4/18 Surgery, with no anesthesia
Fell the knife pierce you intensely
Inferior, no use to mankind
Strapped down screaming out to die
ANGEL OF DEATH
Monarch to the kingdom of the dead
Infamous butcher,
ANGEL OF DEAAAATH!!!!1!1!
\_ Deflowering, with viagra
Feel the prick pierce you intensely
Superior, ecstatic for MANkind
Strapped down screaming out to comply
......
\_ Grimly I dig up the turfs
To remove the corrupted stiffs
Trying to contain my excitement
As I desecrate graveolent crypts...
Fingers claw at coffin lids
Eager festal exhumation
Hugging your wry, festered remains
With posthumous joy and elation...
Body snatched, freshly interred
Whatever takes my fancy
To satisfy my gratuitous pica
My culinary necromancy...
Scrutinised then brutalized
My forensic inquisition is fulfilled
My recipe is now your epitaph
Be it fried, boiled or grilled... |