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  • Heartwork
  • Buried Dreams
  • No Love Lost
  • Carnal Forge
  • This Mortal Coil
  • Embodiment
  • Death Certificate
  • Blind Bleeding the Blind
  • Arbeit Macht Fleisch
  • Corporal Jigsore Quandary
  • Doctrinal Expletives
  • Keep On Rotting in the Free World
  • Black Star
  • Incarnated Solvent Abuse
  • Exhume to Consume
  • Tomorrow Belongs to Nobody
  • Reek of Putrefaction
  • Inpropagation
  • Cross My Heart
  • Symposium of Sickness
  • Polarized
  • Pedigree Butchery
  • Genital Grinder
  • Room 101
  • Lavaging Expectorate of Lysergide Composition
  • Go to Hell
  • Maggot Colony
  • Carneous Cacoffiny
  • Generation Hexed
  • R**k the Vote
  • Firm Hand
  • Ruptured in Purulence
  • Cadaver Pouch Conveyor System
  • Childs Play
  • Don't Believe A Word
  • Slash Dementia
  • Regurgitation of Giblets
  • Thrasher's Abattoir
  • 1985
  • Empathological Necroticism
  • Excoriating Abdominal Emanation
  • Crepitating Bowel Erosion
  • Tools of the Trade
  • This Is Your Life
  • A Congealed Clot Of Blood
  • Fermenting Innards
  • The Master Butcher's Apron
  • Unfit For Human Consumption
  • Embryonic Necropsy and Devourment
  • Noncompliance to ASTM F 899-12 Standard

"A body is committed to a public mortuary. Any victim of sudden or unexpected death will be brought here for a post-mortem by a pathologist; their job is to establish the cause of death. But sometimes a body is unrecognizable. Then it is vital, especially if murder is suspected, to establish identity."

Insipid fumes bellow from the atrabilious chimney
Whilst in the sanctified crevet I calmly pillage and rake
For hot dry powdered human slag
Still steaming in the crematorium's grate

Bio-organic ebullition, bones tar, tallow dehydrates
For my deleterious horticulture so that I may cultivate

Your mortal mechanism dies - in nutrients rich
In the hallowed turf you lie - just for the taking

Charred sinew's as good as lime, no phosphates do I need
Deteriorated flesh used as top-soil, to replenish and nourish seed
Spreading this human potash, as ash matured
Recycling my rich harvest, bring out your dead
For use as manure

Irrigating tears are shed, but the ground still must be fed
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