Bloodied, torn and twisted Severe mutilation is all that
remains Stagnation in shrink-wrap Empty the contents onto the mortuary
slab... The morbid, muted body Is dissected, lacerated and shred- Life
is hard as a mortuary technician The fumes go straight to my head... The
trunk now depleted gristle, with bactericidal decay This discissed
disarticulation I bludgeon as I ablate... Diluted spittle, bile and
gore Congealing puddles on the floor Grotesquely dismembered As the
cavities I harshly sever... Stabbing at the trachea, chest walls I
puncture Slicing back flesh I tear, subject to malacia... "Advanced rigor
mortis, the corpse internally bruised Kaleidoscopic livor mortis, the
carcass a shade of livid blue Joints are stiffened, I now bend and
crack The cerebrum pulped, with cranial collapse..." Bodily embalmed and
fluids tapped Maceration is oozing, as the insides I unwrap... Finished
with the fragments, a mass of stinking waste Spread-eagled bloody mess, I
hastily eviscerate... Advanced Pyathrosis - let there be rot (fun in the
morgue) Foul autodigestion - necrotic mutation... The gaping chest is
crudely stitched up Internal organs are hastily replaced The carnage
totally disfigured Another pathological waste... Flowing blood
crusts The corpse is totally rotten to the core The miserable, festering
stiff I dismember with my saw... The wounds are stitched, I shabbily try
to repair Disintegrating with histolycis and everyday wear and
tear... "Cadaveric dissolution, sliced, ripped and deceased Eructated
gases are gurgling as they bleed Congested pus, blood and autodigested
gore Tissue corrodes as aggression gnaws..." The mortuary table I now
wipe, sponge and clean Washing away the remains of life, the slab now
gleams... The evaporating reek of putrefaction gets right up my
nose Carnage, chunks and leftover pieces in the bin I dispose... Advanced
pyathrosis - let there be rot (fun in the morgue) Foul autodigestion -
necrotic mutation...
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