Forensic Clinicism / The Sanguine Article

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Salutiferous exaltation, through fusty spatterings I sift Cauterizing proud flesh, pyogenic cortex I just yearn to rip With impalpable, cathartic tools, dilapidated lusts I gratify Cold premediated surgery, in my calculated surgery I hold your fragile life Pultacious Pugnacious Pernicious Acro-idiopathic Artificially concussed, excavating to your gastric core Patulous, deep wounds, cascading and crimson as I explore Master at my bloody art, I like to carve sculpture and maim Mounted on the freezer's geurney, you're exhibited until you enter into decay Pultacious Pugnacious Delicious Gastric-idiopathology Welcome to my theatre, the stage upon which I act Turning into a sumptuous perfomance, heiniously I hew and gash Churning out a deep gulch, the incision a major nick A quick toke of nitrous oxide is how I get my kicks Expurgating healthy tissue, opulent flesh I slit Costate cuts expunged as the patient I now fillet Malpractising and mussing, carnage hyperventilates Self placebonic, the only cure is to operate The recumbent are my prey – under my genital blade Your precordium I brutally plunder – whilst you're put under Exsanguinating – you're totally parched Exenterating – removing body parts Wholly abraded – Surgically maimed Decortication – Medically slain Contaminating, infacting, how I love to cough and sneeze On the carneous culture, to cause bacteria to breed Anaesthetised, paralysed, a clinical stupor is induced With callous dexterity your bodily mass is reduced I extract the gullet – to end up in my bucket A quick flick of my wrist – and I'll be struck off the list Exsanguinating – straight from the heart Exenterating – with my lancet so sharp Anatomically – my surgery maims Decortication – by the clinically deranged Gross misconduct, I make the choicest cuts Text book stabs, written on your tag Wheeled away after a medical mishap In a polythene bag your body is now wrapped The acute wound now sealed up The picture of ill-health, you're a bit cut up Exsanguinating – straight from the heart Exenterating – with my lancet so sharp Anatomically – my surgery maims Decortication – by the clinically deranged