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Dirty limbs start to shiver

I take a look at the body - there’s no escape

Glutei contracting, job should be done

I give him the enema

Petrol flows into burning him from inside

I write down the indications

Murderous, his glare full of hate

He can’t realize his role in the progress of science

Preparations are made

I take his urine by way of catheter, it’s brown-red

I inject intravenously prepared solution, his eyes are sad

The years of work, experiment’s goal

Invented serum should be confirmed

Suddenly symptoms of suffocation

I see at patients face

Damn, it couldn’t happen, I count his pulse

Blood pressure has markedly fallen

All is lost, possessed by the rage

I incise peritoneum, retract the wound edges

The entrails are scattered

He is just no more but symbol of failure

And pile of meat

I tear the wound and salt the intestines

It’s time to eat

There is no sense, madness is resumed

Remains of the dead should be consumed