1. KNIFE IN WOMB

Intestinal entrails, blood splattered. I can feel me eyes is hunger of flesh. Infesting lay beside the cadaver. I wonder to mincing her skin. Shifting slowly through the innards. I start to sharpening my knife. Disemboweled malicious deeply. Grotesque mind lead me on exhume. Licking the smell of bleeding stomach. Observe this wound that open. Infested rust of knife contaminate. It would be some decayed flesh. I'm a putrid insidiously. Rot corpse fantasy stare me. False goal concept to mutilating. What should I do now. Let the wretched dead body lay. Far there I must found the next victim. Begin from the new hemorrhage. Knife in Womb.


2. ANATOMY OF PERFECT BESTIALITY

The flesh spilled... wounded by claw of lichen beast. That infected carcass torn apart by hands of the consumer. Carving through the skin into stomach. Blood dripping over the ground make a picture from the suffer. Noisy as the flesh pierced, pierced, pierced to eaten. Stench, worm infested. I sever the chain felt the warm of blood. Not even killing I cut him pieces by pieces. This abandon rotted as embalmment. No joy behind the fear I survive to breath. From the throat that has infected grunts. My wretched life capture the sickness to be deaf. Slay everything to become a live through repugnantly. Desolated, forgotten the past. Subservient to the darkness eyes. Cleansing the hope into reality. I will claim it to the smell if dead bodies! Stench, worm infested.


3. TORSO PUTREFACTION

Limp spilled over the ground. Images of violence. Fear me to the wounds. Cutting to the bones. Deeply hard projection. Sliced for a thousands. Something is red splattered. Gory taste of stabbed innards. Straighten to the oval cut. Quick dying in insidiously. Malignant of this brutality. Stabbed slay. Forgotten for six month. Maggots feed. Smells like as horror army. Torso residue, left for another. Night by night. Eaten without mastication. Piece by pieces. Consumed for live being. Of rotten flesh insect.