Putrid Pile

Prisoner, now your mine to feed my sick desires
Dismemberment is what i have in store for you
Not before i rape and beat and sodomize
Traumatize, tender meat for my feast
For my feast
Force feed feces, gluttony
Enraged with sickness passed down to me
Beating you about the head and face, feel my rage
Viscous strangulation
Watching your life expire
Your placed on a meat hook
Now it's time, preparation for my feast begins
I salivate
Severed limbs