Tear apart the scraps
Of the rotten flesh
Give birth to the reek
Of their decayed innards
I live for the thrill
Of slicing dead bodies
As I recreate their cause of death

Staring in their eyes
I can see the fear
Touching their skin
I can feel the pain

Cutting open the flesh
I clench my fist
Dissecting the dead
Insane pathologist!

Blood, meat and torn
Limbs lie on my medical table
I seek to unite them
To build my perfect son
Out of splendid body parts
I will create him
He will be the first member of my army

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