| Grimly I dig up the turfs
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| To remove the corrupted stiffs
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| Trying to contain my excitement
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| As I desecrate graveolent crypts
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| Fingers claw at coffin lids
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| Eager festal exhumation
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| Hugging your wry, festered remains
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| With posthumous joy and elation
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| Body snatched, freshly interred
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| Whatever takes my fancy
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| To satisfy my gratuitous pica
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| My culinary necromancy
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| Scrutinised then brutalised
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| My forensic inquisition is fulfiled
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| My recipe is now your epitaph
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| Be it fried, boiled or grilled
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| I devour the pediculous corpse
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| Whetting my palate as I exhume
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| The festering stench of rotting flesh
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| Makes me drool as I consume
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| Caskets I grate
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| My larder’s a grave
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| I’m sickly obsessed (with the badly decomposed)
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| Rotten remains I eat
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| Purulent meat
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| What a funeral feast (putrid reek)
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| Weeping tissue is stripped
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| Pus dribbles from my lips
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| Pulverising this pustular chaff
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| Butchering up morgues makes me laugh
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| Ulcerated flesh I munch
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| Rotting corpses are my lunch
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| On bones I love to crunch (on the badly decomposed)
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| Shrivelled innards I lick
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| The corpse’s head I kick
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| Crumbling shreds I pick (eat the stiffs)
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| Rancid flesh, slaughter the dead
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| Caskets exhumed
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| Corpses disinterred, graves disturbed
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| To consume
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| Bereaved relatives are not amused
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| As on their dear departed I feverishly consume
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| Slavering worms, decomposure burns
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| Corrosion born, as bacteria gnaw
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| Desecrate…
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| Precipitate… (from the muddy grave)
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| Macerate…
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| Eviscerate…
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| Caskets I grate
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| My larder’s a grave
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| I’m sickly obsessed (with the badly decomposed)
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| Rotten remains I eat
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| Purulent meat
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| What a funeral feast (putrid reek)
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| Saponified fats, nibbled by rats
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| Freshly exhumed
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| Deep down six feet is where I like to eat
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| Human flesh to consume |