Excavated from underneath tatterdemalion xiphoid
The most pulchritudinous vital
Your retches brimming with blood and clots
As cruor cambium and sarcous parenchyma are erased with clamping forceps
With an accompaniment of spraying jugular vein
Obtused ventricles squander the air
Pressure lowers, ischemic encephalitis
In the nitrile mitts I hold the secret of your life
Tools of the trade and instruments of debilitation
Tremoring in excitation, exsanguinated nitrile hands
In the nitrile mitts stainless steel
Appliance of deeper incisions by my nitrile hands
I hold your fate in my exsanguinating nitrile hands
I will be fried in hell for those countless drudgery
Still, how can I refuse this beauty of mellifluous sanguis
Scalpels and graspers are cached deep into abdomen
For the sea of crimson to flood the ceramic floor
Pericarditis and the fate is sealed
Heart besmirched with chyme
Pyogenic sepsis on countless puncture wounds
Infirm nurse lacerated your veins
Vague ichor on the surgeon apron
Your organs are not suitable for transplant
Nitrous oxide hyperventilation twisting my synapses
Apathy I must embrace during this maiming
Your lungs are inefficient, larynx irritated by regurgitation and cholic acid
Lymphadenitis, stalemate situation
Tricuspid valve starving for blood
Your ECG results are quite pathetic
Thrilling cerebral thrombosis
Bacterial cultures multiplies on your cord
Nitrile hands imbibed with plasma constrict excavated heart
Quartered chordae tendineae on a damp pledgets and tampons
Compression forceps and gouges I lacerate coronary arteries
The bleeding of sanguineous husks
Saliferous uncorking of pulmonary artery
Thrombus of the size of quail egg
I putting you through horrendous torments
Expulsion of taeniasis gonads
Cancerous knarl is pulsating on your pyloric orifice
I am ecstatic about the exploration of the gulf of anatomical anomalies
In a occupying pursuit to unlayer how far the pathosis can go
A quick flick of scalpel and internal horrors are revealed
You won’t be needing a hospital bed after this operation…
Caries and osteoporosis devours your spine- you are insalubrious
Viral hepatitis- corporal disintegration
Tissues infected with carcinoma and piss
I will put you down with my nitrile mitts
(solo: “Correction of pathogenic appendices”)
(solo: “Anticipation on a deathbed”)
Septic barf, chopped sprouts, fragrant offal, septicemia
Captured and maimed, bound with bonds of sarcoidosis
You are a necrotic wreck
Emaciated fingers from long lasting surgery, stick out of the nitrile lag
Gutted by me
Remains of dermis, covered in glutinous clots and saline suet
Extended pores are the perfect portals for necrovorous larvae
Morbid sewage leaks on the stained sheets
Reduced to bio-organic compost
You are the cafeteria for endoparasites
Fasted and rancid, rigid necrolyte
In a freezer so cold, rigor mortis is arranging you for eternity
Your heart muscle with demented merriment I include to my collection
Another prematurely ended life with exsanguinating nitrile hands…
