November 17, 2008

Kill the Mortician

Filed under: Poetry — daz76 @ 10:39 pm
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I want to kill the mortician
I’ll find him where he works
Cold blooded I don’t care
Make him drink formaldehyde
Lock him in cold storage
Listening to him beg

My revenge for what he did
To a young dead girl’s body

Before I extinguish Mortician
I will let him confess to me
What exactly he was after
in his quest to know death

Mortician will tell the story
Mortician ate human flesh
She couldn’t move or scream
As you took her to a party
To amuse the other sicks
With your display of power

People talk, Mortician
And some of us never forget
Pray the police find you first
Because my scalpel is dull
And I come with an angry ghost



  1. Damn D! What dark place did THAT come from?

    Comment by S — November 18, 2008 @ 12:25 am | Reply

  2. I’ve been reading Poe and listening to Death Metal again.

    Comment by daz76 — November 18, 2008 @ 1:55 am | Reply

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