fallen deity Lying stiff on my desk in the mortuary I cut and Peel Dig deep into his head I look deep into the treacherous eyes Analyzing his sinister mind Destroyer of free will Creator of mental illness Pull out his brain And crumbled it in his fingers His empty skull will I ugly ornament Incision, opening of the body removal of internal evisceration Move guts Empty shell is On my operating table Once a mighty Now only dead flesh six days pathological surgery Recreate the creator again In my likeness And on the seventh day I stepped back and looked at him Filled with pride During his nauseating job Y-shaped incision is sewn stitches on his rotting chest Mutilated corpse in pieces and sewn displayed in public
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