Cremator from Festering Grotesqueries by Dripping Decay

Carbonized flesh
Encapsulated death
In my gut you rest
Torched body stench
Invigorating breath
Sweet to inhale

Flesh consumption is my path to
immortality...
I need you cremated so
I can feed on thee

I work the night shift
At the crematorium
Alone in my chamber
Creating my experiments

Watching you incinerate
My fluids churn

For my twisted plans to work
I need you to burn

Final integration of you into me
Disintegration is your destiny

Crushed to dust
Consuming lust
Pleasure to pill
In a powder you spill

Undeserved eternity
For a sick fuck like me
Death is my philosophy
But I'll take your life anyway

• Death Metal
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• Metal
• OSDM
• Portland