"ah, you can always smell a graveyard"      i the abomination   twisted patchwork heap   of rust, rivets, and bolts   wed in flesh canopy landscape   buzz saw rib cage death ray eyes ejaculating putrid nerve agent   bile soaked esophagus pale green fragrance   esophagus pale green fragrance   of bitter cherub aftertaste   arms end in vices   takers of life   and legs   legs are for lurking   i the vile necrobot psychotic christ-like robotic return from the earthworms   and i've yet to feel an ounce of remorse or regret for the stains on what's left of these tatters   each one another life gone   oh aren't i beautiful   aren't i the end   i have many tools but i have saved the worst for you