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at first things seem normal

then you enter the macabre

torsos limbs and ligaments

you've found a horror shop

a scene of systematic killings

with no signs of torture

an abbatoir a slaughterhouse

a collage of corpses

a slaughter pen it was

normality it was not

bloody fluid cakes the ground

open entrails rot

a salty taste in the air

dried bile everywhere

ossein on the floor

a picture painted gore

an intelligent mind who thrives upon death

its his job it's his skilled craft

it's tools of the trade he uses so well

carving up trophies his needs are fulfilled

the remains of a youth swinging upside down

hands manacled by rope his feet bound

his open jugular still pulsed blood in the bucket placed below

a rising in the black container from the steady flow

off in the corner yet another appalling scene

the carcass of a teenage girl a subject of brutality

hanging from a meat hook arms dangled at her sides

head lolling on slit neck from gashes two inches wide

the stripping of the skin

exposed the bony spine

the dangling layer of flesh

lie against the thigh

as you examine in sheer fright

a spectacle doused in terror

you've discovered suddenly

overlooking a crucial error

all this time that you've been here someone's been watching you

the blunt object that cracks your back

it's your first clue

when you awake your suspended in air

it's then you realize

that your next to be gutted

close your eyes

and prepare to die !!!!