Tekster: Butcher Abc. Butchered At Birth Day. Dozens Of Dismembered Torsos.

Bloodied, torn and twisted
severe mutilation us
onto the mortuary slab

dozen of dismembered torsos
buried six feet under

exhumed, consume to exhume
I devour the pediculous corpse

dead, corpse, deceased
I'm proud, I am necrophagia

rotting corpses I munch
dismembered torsos are my lunch
on bones I love to crunch
slavering to the pungent stench