| Feverishly savouring my sordid, charnel chore, The rib cage and sternum I
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| Frenziedly bore, Skin flayed and stripped as your torso is wrecked, A
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| Grotesquely wrenched cavity now lays bare to dissect… A granular amorphous
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| Mass is all that remains, Of the peritoneum which enshrouds the rotted
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| Stomach, Tubucular enlargements extend across the abdomen, The gnarled cheese
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| Like clumps I now hack… Necrotic tissue converted to casein, Omental bursa
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| Caked and dried, My dissection kit now quite bedaubed, As I further sunder
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| Your rotted insides… Blanketing the organs that once facilitated digestion
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| Transversing the dead bowels like an apron over the intestine… A dried
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| Crepitated mound of viscera, Innards desiccated during caseation, I gouge and
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| Excoriate my way through the guts, Now ripped and mangled during
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| Desecration… The disfigured gut now totally wasted, I regard the disinterred
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| Stiff with a smirk, Decomposed, dissected and dismembered, I resplendently
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| Admire my handiwork… |