A darkened room re-opening at the stroke of twelve

Grim cascades of light construct a blurry image

The fridge-cage opens serving a putrid stiff

Rusted will serve up the casual plat du jour



Amputate limbs, Delicatessen in extremis

There is no taste, like human rostbeef, haute-cuisine



Savoring every chunk that slides down the esophagus

Feasting on man I survive reluctant and digestive



Sanguine, my culinary addiction

Just doing my part in depopulation



Another day, another night to rob the morgue

Retrieving chunks to stew what i adore

Exhuming chunks to flavor the casserole

I'm the grand chef brewing a new brand of food



Feasting in man I survive, reluctant, and digestive

Your relatives, I shove down my throat

Feeding of hate, preying on man, cannibalism with a cause



Little lumps of meat - Adoring the flesh I eat

The dead no longer alone - In my belly to serve a better cause