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Cornered long-pig at the edge of the corral
Ascending heart rate makes for succulent portions
Capillary beds fill to the point of explosion
In an orgasmic decapitation of human cattle
De-boned and skinned
Preparation shall now begin
On the menu a hairless goat
In green mucus pesto your pieces float
Garnishing the platter
Cerebral pieces of grey matter
Soup bowl-an unspent bladder
A choice dish within the splatter
Human adipose to make you fatter
Breaded tendons dipped in batter
Cessation of your life?
[lyrics was taken from http://www.lyrics.my/artists/cattle-decapitation/lyrics/long-pig-chef-and-the-hairless-goat] Long-pig-culinary cadaver
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Your destiny-a quiche of human giblets
Naé£ e you die
-meat to cleaver-manveal breeder-
gratuitous overflow from the jugular
buckets of blood
-sanguine bleeder-compost eater-
into bloodmeal-you're left to putrify
whet appetite
the realization that you are simply flesh is now fatally apparent?
Your funeral was a buffett.
A delightful blend of your decay
A menu made of your obituary
My complements to the chef?
Ascending heart rate makes for succulent portions
Capillary beds fill to the point of explosion
In an orgasmic decapitation of human cattle
De-boned and skinned
Preparation shall now begin
On the menu a hairless goat
In green mucus pesto your pieces float
Garnishing the platter
Cerebral pieces of grey matter
Soup bowl-an unspent bladder
A choice dish within the splatter
Human adipose to make you fatter
Breaded tendons dipped in batter
Cessation of your life?
[lyrics was taken from http://www.lyrics.my/artists/cattle-decapitation/lyrics/long-pig-chef-and-the-hairless-goat] Long-pig-culinary cadaver
[ Long-pig Chef And The Hairless Goat lyrics found on http://lyrics.my ]
Your destiny-a quiche of human giblets
Naé£ e you die
-meat to cleaver-manveal breeder-
gratuitous overflow from the jugular
buckets of blood
-sanguine bleeder-compost eater-
into bloodmeal-you're left to putrify
whet appetite
the realization that you are simply flesh is now fatally apparent?
Your funeral was a buffett.
A delightful blend of your decay
A menu made of your obituary
My complements to the chef?