"Human remains in a beaker and tray and coffee pot. Bones which were being partly macerated, dissolved, in a margarine container which had engine coolant in it. It smelled very awful."
Striking up my discordant underture
A carnal cacophony perversely penned
Transposed... and decomposed
On strings fashioned from human twine
Lovingly wound and fretted upon my bow
Garishly incarcerated... the dead resonate
In a final death-throe
Vibrant as I thresh
Movements scripted for the dead
Orchestral horrors I vehemently conduct
My corpus concertos cordial
Disinterred... and detuned
With six feet below
In harmony with the deceased
My inspiration... your disintegration
For my latest masterpiece
My scope creeps your flesh
Notes seep from sinewy frets
But don't hold your breath
As you wait for your god or the void
Or the abyss of nothingness
Your usefulness isn't through
Your productivity I resume
Striking up my discordant underture
A carnal cacophony perversely penned
Transposed... and decomposed
On strings fashioned from human twine
Lovingly wound and fretted upon my bow
Garishly incarcerated... the dead resonate
In a final death-throe
Vibrant as I thresh
Movements scripted for the dead
Orchestral horrors I vehemently conduct
My corpus concertos cordial
Disinterred... and detuned
With six feet below
In harmony with the deceased
My inspiration... your disintegration
For my latest masterpiece
My scope creeps your flesh
Notes seep from sinewy frets
But don't hold your breath
As you wait for your god or the void
Or the abyss of nothingness
Your usefulness isn't through
Your productivity I resume
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