The Matter of Splatter

Pernicious, a ghastly Gordian quandary to elucidate
 Pestiferous, a nebulous necrotic novelty to navigate
 Labyrinthine, a contumely carnal conundrum to cogitate
 Serpentine, an exulcerated entanglement to execrate
 Hands stained and filthy from digging deep for the answer
 That lies at the heart, of the matter of splatter
 Eschatological, the grave matters with which we struggle
 Pathological, the perverse perpetuation of this purulent puzzle
 Repugnant, the wretched riddle unravels, in a reeking revelation
 Repulsive, the final fetid farce yields such a rancid realization
 Now your morbid curiosity may finally be answered
 Deep in the heart of the matter, of splatter
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 A morbid matter on which to meditate or mutilate
 A deathly detail to deliberate, and desiccate
 A somber study in which sagacity is tantamount to insanity
 An insalubrious interest in the inhumed, and the unsanitary
 An unhealthy pursuit of the purulent, and parturient
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 A feculent fixation upon the fetid filth, and excrement
 An exhaustive examination of the excreted, and the exhumed
 A tireless appetite to hill the silt atop the tomb
 Nebulous, the sanguineous solution is seldom seen before the last
 Amorphous, seemingly always six deep feet beyond your grasp
 Funeral, carnal cartography to chart the course of life's dénouement
 Corporeal, the wretched revelation that you sought proves harder to swallow
 Than you'd thought
 Harder to swallow than you'd thought
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 That anatomy is destiny of an unforgiving answer
 Culled from the heart of the matter of splatter