Chronicles Of Detruncation

A celebration of my perverted mind
Your carrion exposed
So calculated my apparatus gesticulate
Detruncated your body, a sight to behold
Fueled by disgust, by childhood foretold
A mere corpus, noxious usurper of body parts
A celebration of my perverted mind
Your carrion exposed
These chronicles of detruncation
Your innards disposed.

So calculated your date has expired
Exfoliated why don't you stew in my brew?
Churned innards
A delicacy so refined
I am the grand chef
The orchestrated conductor of your demise.

Fueled by disgust, by childhood foretold
A mere corpus, noxious usurper of body parts
Pedigreed an untimely demise for your breed
As you stew in my pot, your insides boil and rot
A marmalade of post-human glot.

Chronicles of Detruncation
Now rot recipes of human ordure
Nothing left but your bits to consume.

Chronicles of Detruncation
Now rot recipes of human ordure
Nothing left but your bits to consume
A tasteful consumme with croutons
Your phallus a moldy goulash.