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"Human remains in a beaker and tray and coffee pot. Bones which were being
partly macerated, dissolved, in a margarine container which had engine
coolant in it. It smelled very awful."

Striking up my discordant underture
A carnal cacophony perversely penned
Transposed...and decomposed
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 scripted for the dead...

Orchestral horrors I vehemently conduct
My corpus concertos cordial
Disinterred... and detuned
With six feet below
In harmony with the deceased
My inspiration...your disintegration
For my latest masterpiece

My scope creeps your flesh...
Notes seep from sinewy frets...

But don't hold your breath
As you wait for your god or the void
Or the abyss of nothingness
Your usefulness isn't through
Your productivity I resume...

My sorbid, soiled handicrafts
Will be your afterlife's handicap....

...My corrupt crescendos...
...Will leave you out on a limbo...
...Your disposition I unleash...
...You will rest in my piece...

With deadly dynamics
You're dead, buried and barred
Your remains dampened and fingered
Your mortal coil is barbed
The death-bells are peeling
Ringing out as you flake
Shrieking out their recitals
A celebration of your wake...

Enter my funereality
My world two metres under
A curious habitat
Your muddy trench I plunder
Pass on to ethereality
Churned out under the sextant's blade
You live your life in wretchedness
And death is no escape...
[Speech:]   "Human remains in a beaker and tray and coffee pot. Bones which were being   partly macerated, dissolved, in a margarine container which had engine   coolant in it. It smelled very awful."      Striking up my discordant underture   A carnal cacophony perversely penned   Transposed...and decomposed   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 scripted for the dead...      Orchestral horrors I vehemently conduct   My corpus concertos cordial   Disinterred... and detuned   With six feet below   In harmony with the deceased   My inspiration...your disintegration   For my latest masterpiece      My scope creeps your flesh...   Notes seep from sinewy frets...      But don't hold your breath   As you wait for your god or the void   Or the abyss of nothingness   Your usefulness isn't through   Your productivity I resume...      My sorbid, soiled handicrafts   Will be your afterlife's handicap....      ...My corrupt crescendos...   ...Will leave you out on a limbo...   ...Your disposition I unleash...   ...You will rest in my piece...      With deadly dynamics   You're dead, buried and barred   Your remains dampened and fingered   Your mortal coil is barbed   The death-bells are peeling   Ringing out as you flake   Shrieking out their recitals   A celebration of your wake...      Enter my funereality   My world two metres under   A curious habitat   Your muddy trench I plunder   Pass on to ethereality   Churned out under the sextant's blade   You live your life in wretchedness   And death is no escape...
 
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