Autopsy

Fallen deity
 Lying cold on my mortuary slab
 Slicing and sawing
 Digging deep into his head
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 I look deep into the deceiver's eyes
 To analyze this evil mind
 Destroyer of free will
 Creator of mental disease
 Remove the brain
 Crush it between my fingers
 His empty skull will serve
 As my vile decoration
 Incision, open torso
 Removal of innards
 Evisceration
 Intestinal relocation
 An empty shell lie
 Upon my operating table
 Once almighty
 Now just dead flesh
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 Six days of pathological surgery
 Recreate the maker in my image
 And on the seventh day I stand back and observe
 Filled with pride of my sick work
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 Y shaped stitches across his rotting chest
 A disfigured corpse sewn together for public display
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 The sound of saw is coming through bone
 And sweet smell of decay
 Fills my head with pscyhotic ecstasy
 The feel of dead flesh peeling off your face
 Carefully lift it off for my deathmask
 Through your eyes I finally see heaven