Striking up my discordant underture
A carnal cacophony perversely penned
On strings fashioned from human twine
Lovingly wound and fretted upon my bow
Garishly incarcerated...the dead resonate
In a final death-throe
Vibrant as i thresh...
Movements scripted for the dead...
Orchestral horrors i vehemently conduct
My corpus concertos cordial
Disinterred... and detuned
With six feet below
In harmony with the deceased
My inspiration...your disintegration
For my latest masterpiece
My score creeps your flesh..
Notes seep from sinewy frets...
But dont hold your breath
As you wait for your god or the void
Or the abyss of nothingness
Your usefulness isnt through
Your productivity i resume...
My sordid, soiled handicrafts
Will be your afterlifes handicap...
...my corrupt crescendos...
...will leave you out on a limbo...
...your disposition i unleash...
...you will rest in my piece...
With deadly dynamics
Youre dead, buried and barred
Your remains dampened and fingered
Your mortal coil is barbed
The death-bells are peeling
Ringing out as you flake
Shrieking out their recitals
A celebration of your wake...
Enter my funereality
My world two metres under
A curious habitat
Your muddy trench i plunder
Pass on to ethereality
Churned out under the sextants blade
You live your life in wretchedness
And death is no escape...