The Dying Man lay before me, errant foul thing
Contemptible, expeditionary examination will be done
Must be done, too unique, easily defiled, sodomized
I grant myself passage, gaze upon thee, grand temple
Crucial elixir, gifted intravenously, vital anew
Fat Pig, Dying Fat F*cking Pig, I am necessitated
Fluid must be coaxed, beckoned, brought forth
Angular, jarring depravities. I crave potency
Perversions, malicious motifs allowed to meld
Useless Fleshlump, haggard breathing and wailing
Revelations once dreamt, now before me
Redolent derision, unfettered, unrestrained
I stand beside it, earnest homosexual violence
PHALLIC CONSCIOUSNESS RESONATES
Mangled and broken, wonderful cranial medley freed
Pulsations AD, iridescent gifts delivered from neck and cock
Euphoric, poor carcass, freed from its expired host
Comforting and intense warmth beckons my hands
Yearning flayed flesh reveals blessed offerings
I locate the Gland, its potency, its rancid nature
Now freed, luminosity unencumbered, vindicated at last
I vomit, purging impure vestiges, bathing myself
Bathing the elegant pile liberated from The Dying Man