| The casket is exhumed, turfs piled beside the grave
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| A stagnant mass awaits me, deep in the gloom
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| The boxes lids I open, distraught desecrating
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| The fumes are penetrating, I am eructating-…I vomit…
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| I initiate… eager exhuming despite bad scents
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| I dig up cold earth, exhumed turfs I disperse
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| I initiate… eager exhuming despite bad scents
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| The open casket reveals the rot
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| Into weak stomach I slide my hands
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| Intensifying fumes I like to snort…
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| Colon and small intestine
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| Sliced and ripped out of the foul body
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| Duodenum I minch
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| All should be treated equal
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| Rotten stool and urine
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| Spurt out of fermented organs
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| I discharged and raped
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| Putrefied giblets disembowel…
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| Decrepit spleen and pancreas I’ve torn and gutted
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| I eviscerate stomach and cysts
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| Liver is torn and twisted, turning inside out
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| A fermented offal discharge, disembowel…
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| Evacuated offal hastily wrapped in bags
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| As basic for my culinary…
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| …putrefied internal fragments…
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| …fermented offal discharge…
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| …putrefied internal fragments…
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| …fermented offal discharge… |