| This is the way your life ends? |
| On a slab in my basement
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| Perplexed by your loss of limbs
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| And wondering where your face went
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| Inside my den
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| Random pieces of corpses hanging
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| Traces of boodshed and musculomanglings
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| Osseous tissue, carpals and phalanges
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| A reek so dense
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| The steam that emanates from your breath
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| Is evident
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| Of condensed pheremones excreted by death
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| Post mortal flatulations
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| Tissue gas from fermentation
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| Decrepit-corpus-exhalations
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| Writhing in putressence
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| Oh, the agony? |
| Your lover caged atop my stove
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| Helplessly observing
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| Your dismemberment
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| Inhaling the fumes of human methane
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| With heat on high
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| Simmering and cooked alive
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| Life is hard as an anthropophage in such conditions as this?
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| After infection sets in
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| Intact homeostasis by saline and plasma
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| Spastically writhing in putridity
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| Carefully placed slabs of concrete become a vice
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| Organs and fluid exit your mouth and eyes
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| A complete peristalsis of the systems
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| Mucosal throbbing of every pleura
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| Venous, serous, menstrual-basted in pus
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| In blood and pus we writhe |