Hack Till Gravy

Hack till gravy
mutilate the dead
Bury the body bag the head
grinding fury sickening sight repulsed as I remove the mutilage
carry the fleshy bones and the slippery butchered abdominal sludge
opened, ripped, inside shows
Exposed spine crushed out of viscera
decapitate and stomp the cranial wreckage
I'm beeing soaked with blood
I grab the streaming flattened neck and insert my hand throug rectal tunnel
I raise the gore dripping 100 pound corpse, hold it above my head
I purify myself with the blood of the helpless dead
I collapse and start to laugh histerically
slashing the blured remaining skin with anger and dementia
I disgorge loads of stench on the lump which used to live minutes ago
panic has no room in the acts of the sick
My eyes are widely opened as I barely breath with pleasurable hysteria.
Hack till gravy
Mutilate the dead
Bury the body bag the head