Impetigo

Prone on the operating table
Deep incision sliced on inanimate flesh
I love my disgusting equipment
Needles, scalpels, and brain scoops to diagnose death
Succumb to my horrible experiment
Intestines & limbs agog in fiendish disarray
Mutating your natural composition
Rearrange your vital organs in horrific dismay
Im the ghoul of the medical profession
Foetid corpses and carcasses line the basement wall
With glee I dismember cadavers
I affix the pancreas where stomach should be
Rejuvenate the rancid corpses
The innards glisten in their new anatomical display
I cackle with post-mortem delight
The walls reek of sin & the stench of horrendous decay...
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