My fetid obsession emerges at dusk
Roaming the streets
Releasing my 'humanity'
A colonic catastrophy
Cavilating this mephitic plot
A husk for my manure
Despoiling a life so pure
My colonic masterpiece
And so I impregnate
Skidmarks: the only proof of my didain
Sewing up the tool of my excess
Despoiled with rigid ordure
A walking hull of excrement
Mitigated by its own odor
The reek of chyme begins to infect
A congerie of crud is mine... to depict
As arteries bloat and congest
Your deteriorated mind begins to accept
Around you chest flies, begin to swarm
Behold, the carnal-mephitic war
As arteries bloat and congest
Your deteriorated mind begins to accept
Manipulated by my manure
Behold, the carnal-mephitic war
Purulent matter, my excess
The wrath of my pooper
A flatulent climax
My colonic masterpiece
The chyme congerie mine... to repent
And so I impregnate
Skidmarks: the only proof of my disdain
Purulent matter, my excess
The wrath of my pooper
A flatulent climax
My colonic masterpiece
The chyme congerie mine... to repent
And so I impregnate
Skidmarks: the only proof of my disdain
As arteries bloat and congest
Your deteriorated mind begins to accept
Larvae swarm where I once shat
Behold, the carnal-mephitic war
Deprecating matter ready to burst
A malodorous disasterpiece
My pernicious signature exposed
The chyme congeries
Despoiling a life so pure
My colonic masterpiece
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