To Roast & Grind

Aborted

Serialistic - Thriving on my lust to kill

A half gnashed torso skulpted at my will

Blood is pumping as I retract the cleaver

Necrotic fungus, man has found its redeemer



Enter into the realm of gore

Parisitic I feed on you worms

where love is cancer and apathy is bliss

I - am an artist of coital bile

forcing my ways into flesh with desire

Incinerations of those who stand amidst

more bodies for me to roast and grind...



Voluptiosly I trampled, rendered to snot

savagely I lacerate, grinding your fucking face



Aroused by the pile of chunks

I must satisfie my needs

the gasping wounds are grasping

around my flesh impaling cock

upon your cadaver I piss...