Fermented Offal Discharge

The casket is exhumed, turfs piled beside the graveA stagnant mass awaits me, deep in the gloomThe boxes lids I open, distraught desecratingThe fumes are penetrating, I am eructating... I vomit...I initiate eager exhuming despite bad scents...I dig up cold earth, exhumed turfs I disperse...I initiate eager exhuming despite bad scents...The open casket reveals the rotInto weak stomach I slide my handsIntensifying fumes I like to snortColon and small intestineSliced and ripped out of the foul bodyDuodenum I minch - all should be treated equalRotten stool and urineSpurt out of fermented organsI discharged and raped - putrified giblets disembowelDecrepit spleen and pancreas I've torn and guttedI eviscerate stomach and cystsLiver is torn and twisted - turning inside outA fermented offal discharge - Disembowel...Evacuated offal hastily wrapped in bagsAs basic for my culinary...Putrefied internal fragments,Fermented offal discharge...