Last night I ****** her well,
Before sending her soul straight to hell.
Slicing off her head with a shard of shattered glass
I plunged my member up her ***.

“Open wide,” she looked affright,
Eyes bright blue, but dead as night.
Opened jaw, her tongue slid out.
I stuck it in without a doubt.

Off with her arms and legs to her thighs.
Out with her swollen sickly eyes.
Choice cuts for a creamy stew,
The broth brewed from her menstrual dew.

Momma said to never waste,
So her torso was left for the taste.
Tore her stomach with a rusty blade.
Her sour innards thick, I was not dismayed.

Stirring bits of boiled blood in a silver ***
With corpulent cuts of gangrenous rot.