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As your body hits the slab,

Lifeless,

Your new purpose can begin,

As the surgeon preps his tools,

He inspects with baited breath.

He takes stock of your organs,

Like you were nothing but parts

My soul is with me, (I cannot not exist), My soul is with me, (I cannot die),

Killing you,

Is incidental.

You were simply,

Stripped for parts

Your flesh will serve me..

Killing you,

Is incidental.

You were simply,

Stripped.

I'd say the doctor is in,

As he fucks out your brain with a drill.

His new creation begins,

from the mangled remains of your flesh.