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Strapped up onto the mortuary table

Covered with yesterday's slush

I now control your destiny

Life ends in a pool of pus

Alive...

Your chest pumping, vibrating

An object...

For exasperating slow dissection

Screaming...

"Take my life"

Shivering...

As I pierce your skin with my knife

My cutting is a slow process

Limbs, trachea and flesh removal

Through my stretched anal-tract

I defecate your semi-digested offal

With my indomitable hunger

I munch on your skinned genitals

My fingers sopping in the orbits

Blood seeps from the pierced eyeballs

Your anus... drips with gore

Internal organs... smeared over the floor

The maggot-infested brains

Disgorges through nasus and ears

My hands bloodred and dripping

As I slowly, slowly tear