I urge the taste of putrid flesh
The cauldron is ready for the broth
With accurate perfection I fix the feast
Spice the feaces with slushy scabs

Implements ready for incision
Your body is mine to consume

You belch, you bleed
On your body I feed
You panic, you scream
Served with whipped cream

Clumps of abdominal tissue
Stuck to my bloody face
Clumps of rotting tissue
All over the fucking place

I separate your head from your body
And ejaculate down your throat
Your fingers are turned into french-fries
Sticky balls microwaved with rice

Urinary cocktails
To satisfy my sick lust

Violent gush of entrails
You´re ripped apart
Nauseating pool of details
Tear out your heart

You belch, you bleed...

Clumps of abdominal tissue...

Your wart-encrusted eye-balls
I chew with a crunchy sound
As I swill your coagulating blood
Not a single drop left to be found

Invited to the feast
Welcome to your funeral...

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