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Prone on the operating table

Deep incision aliced on inanimate flesh

I love my disgusting equipment

Needless, scalpels and brain acoops to diagnose death

Succumb to my horrible experiment

Intestines and limbs agog in fiendish disarray

Mustating your natural composition

Rearrange your vital organs in horrific dismay.

I'm the ghoul of the medical profession Foetid corpses and carcasses line the basement wall

With glee I dismember cadavers

I affix the pancreas where the stomach should be

Rejuvenate the rancid corpses

The innards glisten in their new anatomical display

I cackle with post-mortem delight

The walls reek of sin and the stench of horrendous
decay.

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