Hateful I'm slashing, the head is removed Removing the head of the corpse The throat down the hard chest the trunk is torn Tearing the trunk of the corpse Disintegrating the stiff limb by limb Performing deviant butchery I chop up the limbs into small handy chunks In my own way of sick butchery I rip out the entrails, cut through pulsating flesh Into the torso I grasp - deep - to tear out the rest I divide into that which I like and which not Nutritious organs stored, the rest left to rot Wrathful I'm hacking the organs are minched minching the flesh of the stiff Imagine the bodypared by sick culinary

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