In My Human Slaughterhouse-Exhumed

[musick & lyrixxx - Matt Harvey, 1995] By night I return to the storage shed, Anxious to catch a glimpse of the dead, Nervously, I unbolt the door, Making my way into this abatoir... Hot air Rushes out the aperture, A putrid gust of flattus and methane, Inhaling the Rotting fumes as I choke, Hit by a wave of nausea I try to restrain... At last I regard the bloated stiffs, Terribly dislimbed and deceased, My plumpened Prizes now swollen by putrefaction, A makeshift mortuary for the obese... Their corpulence exceeded solely, By the foulness of their smell, Their girth Only expanded upon in death, The fleshy carcasses bloat and swell... Postmortem hypertrophy plagues the hefty cadavers, Their portly bodies now Thoroughly dead, The incessant buzzing of insects as necrovores slaver, Fills The tepid chamber whose walls I＇ve stained red... I hacked through their Layers of blubbering fat, Some were gutted, some punctured, some razed, When I Finished I found them decidedly flat, If not yet dead, then at least bleeding And dazed... In this dingy shack I had left them to rot, And then departed the Undignified scene, The makeshift crypt they inhabit now fetid and hot, The Curdling innards turned a sickly shade of green