Vicer Exciser

My monument is progressing

Bereft is thy deed of completion

By all means you'll be alive

But not intact.

I've sewn your lips to smile

With your own defecation on your lips

I'll knock that shit-eating grin right off your face

Abnormally disfigured designs,

You observe the genesis of my abattoir

Reality accepted,

You have no choice but to comply with my scalpel,

And my liscence to kill.

Anal seepage flowing,

I can't repress the urge

Thy coprophagist shall ingurgitate the filth.

Grinding at your head with my bonesaw breaking zygoma

I love these tools at my disposal, I'm alive

She cried out helplessly again

I ripped her limb from fucking limb

Just one less slut to walk this fucking earth

I will spit right in your fucking face

How does it taste

After the lips are sealed below your waist

You will never fuck again.

My scalpel gleams, my attention cast aside

Hardening arteries begging for an inimical thrust

Byproducts of digestion soak the floor

I'm searching for a hypodermic syringe to draw the

waste

Flowing in your jugular, the heart is pumping faster,

As I lie and wait to watch you erupt from every

orifice.

The necrotizing fasciitis has commenced its work

No anasthesia applied, this will be everlasting.

In the name of anatomy,

I shall dismember and attain what is rightfully mine.