Plumbing the insects remotely far,
Stitched up and disfigured with the body as the scar.
Purple twinge of blood drains all fright,
Drowning faeces in a deathful sight.
Organs splattered and maggots swarming,
The negotiation of death is ever so warming.
Hence a grim of deaths approaches and waits,
For his dinner and cockroaches to be served on plates,
Reaping victims from a hollowing call of pain,
An ordeal, agony, this pain driving everyone insane.
