Palpitation And Panphobia
Examining Corpses Is My Art
Studying The Defouled
Alone With A Cepthalomelus Corpse
Let The Dead, Teach The Living
Intrigued By Reasons Why They're Dead
The Marvel Behind The Flesh
In My Mind It's So Complex
Cataleptic Skin Is Chapped
Bileducts Diverged With Pride
With Blood My Theatre Is Drenched
A Human Being It Once Resembles
Only Pathologists Knows My Delight
In This Pestilence I Rejoice
Defunct Carnage Gurgulates
Defiling Members Brings Me Joy
Preserved Bottled Eyeballs
I Collect For All To See
As I Perform My Skilled Incisions
They're Looking Back At Me
I Carve My Latest Masterpiece
Impalpable Handicrafts Of Death
Onlookers From The Shelves
Fleshless Students Observing You
Repulsive Stench Of Crusting Clots
Cadavers Effervescing Rot
Many Hours Through The Autopsy
Bottled Cornea Just Watches You
Let The Undead Study The Dead
For Their Prognose To Record
The Marvel Behind The Flesh
A Cadaver Is So Perplex
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