Flesh & Blood

Pulling the morbid stiffs
From the damp, sepulchral tomb
Harvesting the rotten
My vocation, to exhume
Methanous tissues removed
With procedures so emetic
A sordid conflagration
Your corpse is quite pathetic

Dissecting body parts, disinhumed
As my head starts to reel from the fumes

Consuming the cadaverous chyme
Sopped up from the crypt
I morbidly dissect
As jellified muscles are ripped
Oozing thoracic pulp
Is thoroughly molested
Engorged with cankerous phlegm
I've left you quite congested

Grinding the dead into slaw
As formaldehyde drips from my maw
Committing your remains to the mud
Eternally, you'll rot
You're only flesh and blood

Your remnants are boxed
Bones have been picked
Your carnage interred
A botched, necrotic wreck