My spear bathing in you blood, in your rectum   Crushing spinal columns, impaling the lungs   The base of your neck cracks, your brains scatter   Blood spewing, horrifying wound     Deaden   Grotesque impalement   Vile offering on a stick   Smashed, torn and mangled     Molested and abused     Decomposture   Covered with purulent sores   Bathing in pus   Decayed flesh, rotting organs     Bloodsoaked appeal, carnal infest   Maggots consume, devour the insides     I will soon kill again, maybe it will be someone you love