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In this world

of concrete and machines,

there are still many things

to remind us we're human beings.

A gigantic grinder

fused of steel and turbine.

Blades flay muscle from bone,

nobody dies alone.

As hundreds wait for death

the sound of engines grinding

every tissue, organ and lining,

explode in a mulch of compost.

Churning corkscrews of pain,

razor-sharp gears and cogs

for the creation of human sausage logs.

The splattering of meat on flesh!

Enzymes, acids and fats

trickle down into vats.

Nightmarish humanoid mower,

behold the chunk blower.

Your grinded mash

of arms and legs,

torsos and heads,

now hamburger meat.

I've an extreme fetish

for blood and meat

all over me.

The body as a canvas,

the art of murder

upon blank skin.

Fed into the grater,

exiting in chunks,

spattering the funk.

Blended pureed

human chunks

all over me!

Pulverized,

sliced and diced,

carnified

all over me!

Blood and thighs,

brains and eyes,

everything inside

all over me!

Allow me to reiterate

your worthlessness,

now reduced to ground beef!