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Petulant, medicinal scribes

Narrating tales from the crypt

Blood and alcohol, is imbibed

To orate rotten scripts

Word play to slay, rapier wit

La mort retort, cut to the quick

Our pen is deadly, like to the sword

We will inscribe, your final words

Rank and defiled

Out of your skull with our vitreous bile

Rank and defiled

A danse macabre circling round a turnstile

Rank and defiled

Rictus grins decomposed over a smile

Rank and defiled

A necro-bibliophile

We minstrels, in pallor mortis

With harmonies so corrupt

Sick stanzas, vile abortus

From our throats, vomit up

Exhumed, by plume, blood-drawn manuscripts

Punished by puns, pulped by death quips

Double entendres, will your ears burn

We cunning linguists leave, no grave unturned

Rank and defiled

Out of your skull with our vitreous bile

Rank and defiled

A danse macabre circling round a turnstile

Rank and defiled

Rictus grins decomposed over a smile

Rank and defiled

A necro-bibliophile

Hammering our words into your fucking skull

Cervofacial banging commences

Lobotomized with barbs, crippling repartee

Ablating you out of your senses

Fervid idioms spread the disease

Bon mots get under the skin

Viral turns of phrase, miasmic memes

Killing with a stroke of our pen

Rank and defiled

Out of your skull with our vitreous bile

Rank and defiled

A danse macabre circling round a turnstile

Rank and defiled

Rictus grins decomposed over a smile

Rank and defiled

A necro-bibliophile