Hateful I'm slashing, the head is removed
Removing the head of the corpse
The throat down the hard chest the trunk is torn
Tearing the trunk of the corpse
Disintegrating the stiff limb by limb
Performing deviant butchery
I chop up the limbs into small handy chunks
In my own way of sick butchery
I rip out the entrails, cut through pulsating flesh
Into the torso I grasp - deep - to tear out the rest
I divide into that which I like and which not
Nutritious organs stored, the rest left to rot
Wrathful I'm hacking the organs are minched
minching the flesh of the stiff
Imagine the bodypared by sick culinary