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Ripped up

Torn Apart

Gutted Hacked

Deboned Death upon

The Butchers Block

Into the Stove

You will go.

I like to cook with human meat.

The aroma smells sweet.

Add celery and salt to taste.

Corpse casserole feeds eight.

Bubbling skin starts to run.

Dripping flesh tends to burn.

The corpse now freshly slaughtered,

now submerged in boiling water.

Boil the corpse until the clumps

turn to cheese, serve the

tasty dish you guest will be pleased.

Pancreas served up, ladled out.

The still steaming grub feverishly

munched down intestinal

broth human stew simmered insides,

the corpse casserole on which I dine.