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Bloodied, torn and
mutilation is all that remains
Stagnation in
Empty the onto the mortuary slab...

The morbid, muted
Is dissected, and shred-
is hard as a mortuary technician
The fumes go to my head...

The trunk now depleted gristle, with decay
This discissed I bludgeon as I ablate...

spittle, bile and gore
Congealing puddles on the
Grotesquely
As the cavities I sever...

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

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

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

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

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

The gaping chest is crudely up
Internal organs are hastily
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
Disintegrating with histolycis and wear and tear...

"Cadaveric dissolution, sliced, ripped and
Eructated gases are as they bleed
Congested pus, blood and autodigested
Tissue as aggression gnaws..."

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

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

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