Chronicles Of Detruncation - Aborted

A celebration of my perverted mind, your carrion exposed

So calculated, my apparatus gesticulate

Detruncated, your body, a sight to behold

Fueled by disgust, by childhood foretold

A mere corpus, noxious usurper of body parts

A celebration of my perverted mind, your carrion exposed

These chronicles of detruncation

Your innards disposed

So calculated, your date has expired

Exfoliated, why don’t you stew in my brew?

Churned innards

A delicacy so refined

I am the grand chef

The orchestrated conductor of your demise

Fueled by disgust, by childhood foretold

A mere corpus, noxious usurper of body parts

Pedigreed, an untimely demise for your breed

As you stew in my pot, your insides boil and rot

A marmalade of post-human glot

Chronicles of detruncation

Now rot, recipes of human ordure

Nothing left but your bits to consume

Chronicles of detruncation

Now rot, recipes of human ordure

Nothing left but your bits to consume

A tasteful consumme with croutons

Your phallus a moldy goulash