as your eyes are filled with horror i lift up the corpse on the bench you can t avoid the dismal sight its arms and legs i retrench excavating its interior to get ahold of what s inside and as i drivel and belch you feel so damn reviled i continue with laugther i drink the bowel s rheum squeezing my hand through its mouth and further through its stomach to its womb of its once called body there seems nothing to be left and you better prepare yourself for an equaling death revel in flesh pools of coagulated blood and rotten flesh by my side now i really need something more to kill another day in my life