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Bloodied, torn and
Severe mutilation is all remains
in shrink-wrap
Empty the onto the mortuary slab...

The morbid, muted
Is dissected, lacerated and
Life is as a mortuary technician
The fumes go to my head...

The now depleted gristle, with bactericidal decay
discissed disarticulation I bludgeon as I ablate...

Diluted spittle, bile and
Congealing on the floor
dismembered
As the I harshly sever...

at the trachea, chest walls I puncture
Slicing back I tear, subject to malacia...

"Advanced rigor mortis, the corpse bruised
Kaleidoscopic livor mortis, the carcass a of livid blue
are stiffened, I now bend and crack
The cerebrum pulped, cranial collapse..."

Bodily embalmed and tapped
Maceration is oozing, as the I unwrap...

with the fragments, a mass of stinking waste
Spread-eagled bloody mess, I eviscerate...

Pyathrosis - let there be rot (fun in the morgue)
Foul autodigestion - mutation...

The chest is crudely stitched up
organs are hastily replaced
The carnage disfigured
Another waste...

Flowing crusts
The is totally rotten to the core
The miserable, festering
I with my saw...

The are stitched, I shabbily try to repair
with histolycis and everyday wear and tear...

"Cadaveric dissolution, sliced, and deceased
Eructated gases are gurgling as they
Congested pus, blood and gore
Tissue as aggression gnaws..."

The mortuary table I now wipe, sponge and
Washing away the remains of life, the now gleams...

The evaporating reek of putrefaction gets right up my
Carnage, and leftover pieces in the bin I dispose...

Advanced - let there be rot (fun in the morgue)
Foul autodigestion - mutation...