Mortal Decay Consume The Rancid Gore
Bodies dismembered artfully. Twisted heaps of human debris slaughtered with joyous intent, geniously butchered. Splattered
Famished corpses in the process of decay. A sanguinary lust to jugulate, decapitate... or debone, gutt, disembowel, I feast on
Carnal remains. Bodies horrificly masticated lie rotting in my polyandrium. Gouged carcasses gourmandized. Bodies blended
Reduced to mush. Pureed innards liquefy transposed to a human goulash. Corpsеs skinned, diced, then cookеd. Human meat my
Delicacy. I long for you, I long for your decay. Unearthly devourment, a human recipe so edible. Esculent decadence resulting in
Eupepsia. Excruciate, hear the whimpers of the suffering. Succulent corpses lying in their own intestines. Inhuman, cannibalistic
Pulchritude. Consume the rancid gore