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I’m getting bored of starting at faces

That grow more grotesque by the day

The pile gets higher and I'm running

Out of places to stack them

What is there to do with a stack of

Mangled putrid human bodies

Consolidate the filth

Maybe place them in a metal drum

And add tea leaves

I'll make my own kombucha with the

Collection of cadavers i had once

Called my neighbors

Corpsucha

I think i'll have you to drink

No I insist

Fermented with black tea and

Entrails to add depth to flavor

Corpsucha

Brewed with more care than

Disposing of bodies

Corpsucha

Containers of filth sit waiting for my mouth to drink

Fermented humans bottled for sale

I'll bring it to the farmers market

To make money of these murders

First i'll add some flavor

Maybe guate or pineapple

What these casualties like these days

I don't really care we

My victims are pulp

Other ingest their remains while gagging

These fools have no clue

They are consuming their fellow humans.