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Escorted to the Torture Table

Spears jabbing at my Flanks

My Heart Palpitates Faster

Losing Control of my Bladder

The Hatchet Whacks the Top of my Dome

A Stream of Blood Runs through my Nose

Still Conscious, Dimly Aware of my Doom

Foamy Red Spittle Spewing like a Hose

They are Gathered Around

Pawing at me with grubby hands

Reaching into my Brainpan

Gnawing loudly, their mouths open

Ingurgitating the Squishy Matter

A Hollowed Out Cerebral Crater

Skull Split Open, Half a Head

My World View Fades to Red

Scalp comes out

Like a flap

Fighting with greed

over outpouring splattered brains

(Solo: Trepanation and Cranial Feast)

A raw nerve is stricken

Twitching Spasmodically

My last synapses torn up

Cerebrum ingested entirely