Mortuary Wars

Scourging the morgue with sickly malice

Rank antagonism brought to a head

Disquiet on the forensic front

I sense the gathering of purulent adversary flesh

Slashing at blistered & ulcerous limbs

Keeping the rancid stiffs at bay

The ongoing struggle against dearly departed

A justified frenzy of pathological rage

Putrefactive waste I do adorn

A foul internecine reward

The gains of the battle, reeking of bile

To the victor the spoils of mortuary wars

Surgical tools aid my success

over the malodorous cadavers I dread

Their insidious advances I repulse with finesse

Strategical mind games with the recently dead

Necrobiosis prevailing

My ally in decomposition

A festering triumph accomplished by force

The shredded rank corpses my cowed and crushed foes

Putrefactive waste I do adorn

A foul internecine reward

The gains of the battle, reeking of bile

To the victor the spoils of mortuary wars

Scorch the fetid waste

Replenish the source of flesh

Gather a fresh batch

of rancid, rank opponents

Joyfully await the next occasion

For the fun to start again To recreate with my malodorous chums

This thrilling, exhilarant game

The gains of the battle

The sweet stench of bile

To the victor the spoils

of Mortuary wars