Mortuary Wars

Scourging the morgue with sickly malice
 Rank antagonism brought to a head
 Disquiet on the forensic front
 I sense the gathering of purulent adversary flesh
 Slashing at blistered & ulcerous limbs
 Keeping the rancid stiffs at bay
 The ongoing struggle against dearly departed
 A justified frenzy of pathological rage
 Putrefactive waste I do adorn
 A foul internecine reward
 The gains of the battle, reeking of bile
 To the victor the spoils of mortuary wars
 Surgical tools aid my success
 Over the malodorous cadavers I dread
 Their insidious advances I repulse with finesse
 Strategical mind games with the recently dead
 Necrobiosis prevailing
 My ally in decomposition
 A festering triumph accomplished by force
 The shredded rank corpses my cowed and crushed foes
 Putrefactive waste I do adorn
 A foul internecine reward
 The gains of the battle, reeking of bile
 To the victor the spoils of mortuary wars
 Scorch the fetid waste
 Replenish the source of flesh
 Gather a fresh batch of rancid, rank opponents
 Joyfully await the the next occasion
 For the fun to start again
 To recreate with my malodorous chums
 This thrilling, exhilarant game
 The gains of the battle
 The sweet stench of bile
 To the victor the spoils of Mortuary wars