welcome to where the dead things are
flesh fresh from the womb
still warm, still kicking, still life..
the grief in the eyes of those who remain
-the shadow of death is filling the room
-where the voice of life is put to sleep
-the sun must p-ss the darkness rules
-where the angel of death claims it’s sacrifices
-an inst-tution of death
-no life here only death is real
-feeling no presence only the stench of death
-no escaping by life only by death
as the new-born, still-born is put away
7 babies for the beast
dissecting, selecting the best pieces
boiling the fat away
gleaming bones in disturbing shapes
i shape with henzied precision
hungering for perfection
science and madness
the secrets of the flesh.
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