A Body Farm

For every life I take, an ecosystem I create
Blood and guts consumes my life
I am the ?brutal gardener?
I - ?quantity controller?
?no more insane than Jesus Christ.

Forgive my humble abode
Please pardon the stench and the trunk of a man lying on the workbench

Out by the shed are buzzing hives made of human heads
The gestation of larvae tells us
The time of death


Degeneration - Breakdown and maturation of DNA: The residue of death

The twilight falls on maggots burrowing in flesh
Dead - the dead now dead as can be

The cadaver now giving life harmoniously
A God - This makes me a god

This is absurd and quite obscene - the corruption of human beings
My back yard now a goddamned crime scene

I am the ying, I am the yang
Good and evil are one in the same
No more insane than Jesus Christ?

The smell is part of the charm when you live on a ?body farm?
I walk with the stench of decay along corpse littered paths at the break of the day

A corpse turns to mulch with a good roto-tiller?

I kill for the good of man

The cycle of life - in all its majesty

Degeneration - curdling fermentation of heaps and heaps of human meat

The twilight falls on maggots burrowing in flesh
Dead - the dead now dead as can be

The cadaver now giving life harmoniously
A God - This makes me a god