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You`ll fester forever in this forensic hell Sempiternal suppuration, throax starts to swell Purulent perdition, the body`s fluid coagulate Half dissolved gizzards oozing on my plate Slathering the chyme and pyathoric grume Your Last Supper is meal that turns my table to your tomb Imbibe the fedit fluids and gorge myself upon the guts Ravenously I stuff my face, my gullet starts to glut! My meal congeals, my nostrils reel, flesh is all I need Spoon the grume, stole from the tomb, bute the hand that bleeds Sputter, spatter, supper, splatter, slurp the sicky swill Chyme after chyme, at feeding time, I always eat my fill! From Letras Mania