Testo di Indignities To The Dead

Plumbing the depths of the now vacant carcass Degenerative processes now completed Feeling through a miry, putrid pulp Of organs which necrosis has thoroughly depleted Delving into the nether regions of necrology I have disturbed and dismantled their graves Collecting the putrefacted, liquefied remains Into jars I have jealously saved The crumbling human waste that passes for a corpse Is now a fetid pastime, in which I occasionally indulge The embalming of rancid mortal sludge collect A hobby not often divulged Perversely pursuing pathological profundity But in the end I remain without comprehension I find myself searching in an overturned crypt Much to the tenants' ghastly apprehension But in that muddy sepulchre of rot and decrepitude I find a brief solace from my woes and trepidation With my hands caked with gore and face streaked with rotten grume I come into a moment of vital realization In that beautiful moment of essential oneness I ejaculate on the face of the stiff I lose myself in the quagmire of rotten flesh Inhaling the pungent rancid whiff Amongst festering putrefaction and moldy tissue and bone At last I find my release Vomiting on the genitals of the severely dead and gone I sully and deride the deceased To relive the orgasmic sensation I crave Time and time again I find myself led To charnel houses and desecrated graves To perform indignities to the dead