Scouring the morgue for the grossly obese. Find the
chamber where they keep
the frozen meat. Slabs full of numerous bodies to feast
upon. I must get them to gorge
on what's inside. Stuffing my face... With their
intestines... Filling... my guts... with theirs.
Gluttoning all their organs, I rape the flesh of the
deceased. Fixated with the taste of
this seepage, That leaks from my mouth, Stomach full of
human intestines,
I have no room for more, Packing up what's left of the
fat f*ckers guts,
Filling large containers to add to my stock, Freezres at
my home are restocked
every year, With gluttonous portions of intestinal waste.