| You’ll fester forever in this forensic hell
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| Sempiternal suppuration, throax starts to swell
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| Purulent perdition, the body’s fluid coagulate
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| Half dissolved gizzards oozing on my plate
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| Slathering the chyme and pyathoric grume
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| Your Last Supper is meal that turns my table to your tomb
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| Imbibe the fedit fluids and gorge myself upon the guts
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| Ravenously I stuff my face, my gullet starts to glut!
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| My meal congeals, my nostrils reel, flesh is all I need
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| Spoon the grume, stole from the tomb, bute the hand that bleeds
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| Sputter, spatter, supper, splatter, slurp the sicky swill
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| Chyme after chyme, at feeding time, I always eat my fill!
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| Fester Forever
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| Gored, Devoured and severed
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| Eat, drink, and be marry
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| For tomorrow we die
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| Meat is just flesh, only temporary
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| On its pulpous provisions we dine
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| A carnal cornucopia
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| Of maturating bowels and offal
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| The bitter rasp of decay’s pungent taste
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| Permeates every putrid mouthful
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| My meal congeals, my nostrils reel, flesh is all I need
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| Spoon the grume, stole from the tomb, bute the hand that bleeds
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| Sputter, spatter, supper, splatter, slurp the sicky swill
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| Chyme after chyme, at feeding time, I always eat my fill!
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| Fester Forever
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| Anatomized, gnawed, and dismembered
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| Ribcage pried apart and sundered open wide
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| The pulmonary splatter platter is served
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| Mucu-purulent morsels of viscous heart and lung
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| A fell feast that is quite ill-deserved
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| If meat is murder, then cannibalism’s carnage
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| My seven corpse meals are an excess in death
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| I rise from my table soaken in the fluids of the deceased
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| Bile hangs hot on my breath
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| Fester Forever
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| Gored, Devoured and severed |