Warning: sick and gruesome ;)
Twisting of sinew,
Remoulding of flesh,
Slicing through muscle,
A body afresh.
Cracking of bone,
Tearing the skin,
Making anew from the outside in!
Screaming, then silence
(the parts I love best),
My hands caress tools.
An Artist, I am blessed.
I am your Master,
You, my defeat.
I'll turn you from suffering
Into wondrous retreat....
Here in the cellar
I bring your demise,
The video records
As I take out your eyes.
Face to the ceiling,
My hands shake with power,
As YOU meet your death,
It's MY Finest Hour.
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