Exhume To Consume

<br>Grimly I dig up the turfs<br>To remove the corrupted stiffs<br>Trying to contain my excitement<br>As I desecrate graveolent crypts...<br>Fingers claw at coffin lids<br>Eager festal exhumation<br>Hugging your wry, festered remains<br>With posthumous joy and elation...<br>Body snatched, freshly interred<br>Whatever takes my fancy<br>To satisfy my gratuitous pica<br>My culinary necromancy...<br>Scrutinised then brutalized<br>My forensic inquisition is fulfilled<br>My recipe is now your epitaph<br>Be it fried, boiled or grilled...<br>I devour the pediculous corpse<br>Whetting my palate as I exhume<br>The festering stench of rotting flesh<br>Makes me drool as I consume...<br>Caskets I grate<br>My larder`s a grave<br>I`m sickly obsessed (with the badly decomposed)<br>Rotten remains I eat<br>Purulent meat<br>What a funeral feast (putrid reek)<br>Weeping tissue is stripped<br>Pus dribbles from my lips<br>Pulverising this pustular chaff<br>Butchering up morgues makes me laugh...<br>Ulcerated flesh I munch<br>Rotting corpses are my lunch<br>On bones I love to crunch (on the badly decomposed)<br>Shrivelled innards I lick<br>The corpse`s head I kick<br>Crumbling shreds I pick (eat the stiffs)<br>(Solo: morbid melody for the deceased with salt to taste)<br>Rancid flesh, slaughter the dead<br>- Caskets exhumed...<br>Corpses disenterred, graves disturbed<br>- To consume...<br>Bereaved relatives are not amused<br>As on their dear departed I feverishly consume...<br>Slavering worms, decomposure burns<br>Corrosion born, as bacteria gnaw<br>Desecrate...<br>Precipiate...(from the muddy grave)<br>Macerate...<br>Eviscerate...<br>Caskets I grate<br>My larder`s a grave<br>I`m sickly obsessed (with the badly decomposed)<br>Rotten remains I eat<br>Purulent meat<br>What a funeral feast (putrid reek)<br>Saponified fats, nibbled by rats<br>-Freshly exhumed...<br>Deep down six feet is where I like to eat<br>-Human flesh to consume...