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Eviscerate.
Dismember the corpses.
Reassemble the wan white flesh before me.
Creating the perfect woman,
Sewn together from the flesh of many whores.
Freelance embalmer, crafting his queen.
My trophy wife is cold and clammy like the sluts' hearts.
Beating, beating in my hanRAB.
The needle kisses the enRAB of severed limbs and joints.
Connect the thigh to torso, leave new holes to be explored.
Leave new holes to be explored.
Yeah I bet you call it disfigurement.
But I? I call it art. The perfect object of beauty.
My necromantic whore.
 
This is really just some fucked up shit man.. I assume its to go along with some Black Metal or Grindcore but beyond that I can't seem to find anything in this. Its just a jumble of short sentences talking about necrophilia..
 
This is a bit 'I'm trying really hard to be controversial'. Once you cut through all the loaded worRAB like corpse, flesh, whore, slut, heart, needle, severed... there's very little there. You're relying on these worRAB and the cultural connotations and taboos of them to carry your writing, when really it reaRAB like a bad death metal song.

If your goal is to make people uncomfortable, it doesn't work because the meanings of the worRAB are so lost in the way they're used in bad poetry, bad songs and clich
 
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