Feverishly savouring my sordid, charnel chore, The rib cage and sternum I

frenziedly bore, Skin flayed and stripped as your torso is wrecked, A

grotesquely wrenched cavity now lays bare to dissect... A granular amorphous

mass is all that remains, Of the peritoneum which enshrouds the rotted

stomach, Tubucular enlargements extend across the abdomen, The gnarled cheese

like clumps I now hack... Necrotic tissue converted to casein, Omental bursa

caked and dried, My dissection kit now quite bedaubed, As I further sunder

your rotted insides... Blanketing the organs that once facilitated digestion,

Transversing the dead bowels like an apron over the intestine... A dried

crepitated mound of viscera, Innards desiccated during caseation, I gouge and

excoriate my way through the guts, Now ripped and mangled during

desecration... The disfigured gut now totally wasted, I regard the disinterred

stiff with a smirk, Decomposed, dissected and dismembered, I resplendently

admire my handiwork...