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Bloodied, and twisted
Severe mutilation is all that
in shrink-wrap
Empty the onto the mortuary slab...

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

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

Diluted spittle, and gore
puddles on the floor
Grotesquely
As the cavities I sever...

Stabbing at the trachea, chest I puncture
back flesh I tear, subject to malacia...

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

Bodily embalmed and fluids
is oozing, as the insides I unwrap...

Finished with the fragments, a mass of waste
bloody mess, I hastily eviscerate...

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

The gaping is crudely stitched up
organs are hastily replaced
The carnage totally
Another waste...

blood crusts
The is totally rotten to the core
The miserable, festering
I dismember 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 gurgling as they
Congested pus, blood and autodigested
Tissue corrodes as gnaws..."

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

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

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