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Let it rot, let the fluid run out

Which the body no longer pumps

All within settles and decomposes

Into fleshy and rancid lumps

Didn’t go to school to get my PhD in suffering

I’m a natural born tormentor

All those who glance my way in disrespect

Are mutilated and dismembered

Pain, my ultimate game

I’m the surgeon from hell

What you call painful I call comedy

I find all my bliss in human suffering

You are food

To the flies

I am glad

That you died