Necroticism - Descanting the Insalubrious

"If visible identification Is not possible, the Pathologist may be able To take fingerprints from The body. If decay has set in,things become more complicated..." Intenacious Intersecting Reaving fats from Corporal griskin Culled for sodden Gela

Salutiferous exaltation, through fusty spatterings I sift, Cauterizing proud flesh, pyogenic cortex I just yearn to rip, With impalpable, cathartic tools, dilapidated lusts I gratify, Cold premediated surgery, in my calculated surgery I hold your fra

(Music: Owen, Steer) (Lyrics: Walker) Insipid fumes bellow from the atrabilious chimney Whilst in the sanctified crevet I calmly pillage and rake For hot dry powdered human slag Still steaming in the crematorium's grate Bio-organic ebullition, bones

Excised and anatomised, deviscerated disarray The torso diverged with pride Deftly amputated, evulsed limbs now defunct The trunk imbrued, tatty stumps used as lugs For a chondrin puzzle so quaint Head and body decollate A heaving mass so quiescent..

An encloaking, dark epoch In which all life is now appraised On which the paracious may feebly graze Indebted homage to their mammon Whilst the mort is the music of the meek Transcendence from a beatifully brutal reality Is what I seek... Noxious, su

Striking up my discordant underture A carnal cacophony perversely penned On strings fashioned from human twine Lovingly wound and fretted upon my bow Garishly incarcerated...the dead resonate In a final death-throe Vibrant as I thresh... Movements sc