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Exhume the dead to take part in my collection
A gallery of gore, reflecting recollections
Dried corpse-mache, I thrive on decay
I'm a malpractitioner, invoked by your apathy
Recreative art, pulled apart
This is my delicatesse
Sullied by my name, debauchery
Recreative art, pulled apart
Atropine Injected to clarify which matters
I shall deride and deprive all of man
To cleanse the world is my putrefactive plan
This is my epiphany
Decaying tapestry
Peeling to my satisfaction
My collection closer to completion
Pulpifying and dissolving with ease
My necrotic urges can and never will be bleased
Gutting and slashing, maiming and hacking
Grind the dead to a gangrenous mush
Recollected to partake in my canvas of death
Exhume the dead to take part in my collection
A gallery of gore, reflecting recollections
Dried corpse-mache, I thrive on decay
I'm a malpractitioner, invoked by your apathy