A Body Farm - Cattle Decapitation

For every life I take, an ecosystem I create

Blood and guts consumes my life

I am the «brutal gardener»

I — «quantity controller»

…no more insane than Jesus Christ

Forgive my humble abode

Rotting bodies clogging the commode

Please pardon the stench and the trunk of a man lying on the workbench

Out by the shed are buzzing hives made of human heads

The gestation of larvae tells us

The time of death

Decomposition — An exhibition of life that springs from tragedy

Degeneration — Breakdown and maturation of DNA: The residue of death

The twilight falls on maggots burrowing in flesh

Dead — the dead now dead as can be

The cadaver now giving life harmoniously

A God — This makes me a god

This is absurd and quite obscene — the corruption of human beings

My back yard now a goddamned crime scene

I am the Ying, I am the yang

Good and evil are one in the same

No more insane than Jesus Christ…

The smell is part of the charm when you live on a «body farm»

I walk with the stench of decay along corpse littered paths at the break of the

day

Ah, the irony in being a killer, yet in the crime-solving community,

I am a pillar

A corpse turns to mulch with a good roto-tiller…

I kill for the good of man

Decomposition -- a morbid demonstration

The cycle of life — in all its majesty

Degeneration — curdling fermentation of heaps and heaps of human meat

The twilight falls on maggots burrowing in flesh

Dead — the dead now dead as can be

The cadaver now giving life harmoniously

A God — This makes me a god