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In a garden which dead bodies have been buried

Each one looks like a sprouting plant

your rotten organisms,and useless parts

the bodies belong to me,which your god refused

your fucking bodies are so wretched

but they are unique masterpieces for me

a different organ,and skin from each body

my aged hatchet,in my hand

i will re-create a new torso

it needs to contain my sensations

it must feel the pains within hellfire

never experienced while alive

Let's begin to work with the kidneys

Then take the spleen and stomach

everything located faultless into my masterpiece

if not he won't give my reward for your rotten bodies

Take the guts, no need to be tidy

Lungs are important, they need to breathe to feel the pain

Return to life, become my child

The only thing that he needs to recreate

An unbeating, dead and damned heart

My child is ready to be reborn

it will be in the world and hell

if god has his son

then i will create one too

armless, legless and headless

you see my perfect masterpiece

i created, but i owe him his advice

only him, myself and my hatchet