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Playing With Dead Things
08:26
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Playing with Dead Things
Playing with dead things
Whatever the night brings
Up from the cold ground
Lost once but now found
Playing with dead things
Flaying while he sings
He goes through great pains
Wax injected blue veins
Spades in hand we hit the dirt
With muddy knees and soiled shirt
Black earth beneath our nails
And within our wooden pails
Who were you in life my friend?
How did you meet your end?
Stabbed or hanged or slipped?
Beaten choked or whipped?
Playing with dead things
Whatever the night brings
Up from the cold ground
Lost once but now found
Playing with dead things
Flaying while he sings
He goes through great pains
Wax injected blue veins
Matters not to our Master
Could be whore or saintly pastor
It matters not when you’re dead
And skin’s peeled back from the head
Pinning back the livid skin
To reveal sinews within
Sculpting with bone and tissues
Wasted corpse given new use
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Resurrecting A Corpse
04:58
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RESURRECTING A CORPSE
STANDING NAKED BEFORE THE LOOKING GLASS HE EXAMINES HIS OWN DECAYING FORM
“EVERY DAY ON THIS EARTH IS ONE DAY CLOSER TO DEATH”
MAISON-ALFORT IN THE YEAR OF OUR LORD 1762
A NEW DIRECTOR IS APPOINTED TO THE NATIONAL VETERINARY SCHOOL
A CHARMNG YOUNG MAN WITH DASHING GOOD LOOKS AND A PIERCING GAZE THAT WOMEN CAN’T IGNORE
“HOW QUICKLY BEAUTY FADES” HE REMARKS AS HE INCISES WITH HIS SCALPEL
LOCKED AWAY IN A ROOM FAR FROM PRYING EYES HE’S SURROUNDED BY HUMAN SPECIMENS
PRESERVATION TECHNIQUES PRACTICED ON HORSES AND NOW PERFECTED ON HUMAN CADAVERS
“GOOD MORNING JEAN-MARIE, AND HOW ARE YOU TODAY?” HE ASKS QUIZZICALLY OF THE DEAD MAN
IN HIS DIARY HE WRITES “DEAD ONE MONTH TO THE DAY AND THE BODY SHOWS NO SIGNS OF DECAY”
“DEAD ONE MONTH TO THE DAY AND THE BODY SHOWS NO SIGNS OF DECAY.
NO ODORS, NO BLOATING, NO DECOMPOSITION.”
HE EXAMINES THE EXCISED PIECE OF SKIN BENEATH HIS MICROSCOPE
“EVEN AT THE CELLULAR LEVEL THERE IS NO SIGN OF DECAY.”
“THE CELLS ARE STILL PLIABLE AND FULL OF LIQUID.
I HAVE MANAGED TO ACHIEVE PRESERVATION OF THE FLESH WITHOUT THE USE OF DESICATING SALTS.”
“I BELIEVE THE TIME HAS FINALLY COME TO INJECT THE SOLUTION INTO A LIVING, BREATHING SPECIMEN.”
HE WALKS ACROSS THE ROOM TOWARD THE MONKEY DYING IN ITS CAGE
WATCHING AS THE SIMIAN’S BREATH AND HEARTRATE SLOW, NOW IS THE TIME
HE PLUNGES THE SYRINGE DEEP INTO ITS ARM WITHIN A SECOND THE LIQUID FINDS THE HEART
“WITHIN SECONDS ITS BREATHING AND HEART RATE RETURN TO NORMAL FUNCTION.”
“ITS COAT BECOMES MORE LUSTROUS, WITHERED MUSCLES PULSE WITH NEW STRENGTH.”
“OLD YELLOWED TEETH, NOW SHARPENED AND GLEAMING, A BRILLIANT WHITE.”
“ALERTNESS SHINES IN ITS BRIGHT EYES. EYES ONCE DEAD BUT NOW ALIVE.”
THE VETERINARIAN SMILES TIGHT LIPPED “AT LAST IT’S TIME FOR ME TO TAKE THE MEDICINE.”
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Cursed To A Life Eternal
06:49
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CURSED TO A LIFE ETERNAL
CURSED TO BE ALIVE
THIS UNENDING AGONY
CURSED TO WALK THIS EARTH
IN AN ENDLESS TWILIGHT
THIS BODY WILL NOT DIE
THIS MIND IS GOING INSANE
THESE CELLS GO ON LIVING
WHILE THE WORLD ROTS
EVERYTHING WE ONCE LOVED
HAS NOW TURNED TO DUST
THE FOOD TURNS TO ASHES
AND STICKS IN OUR THROATS
CURSED TO A LIFE ETERNAL
THOUGH WE TRY TO DIE
WE GO ON LIVING
A JOYLESS IMITATION OF LIFE
IT’S BEEN TWO CENTURIES
SINCE WE DRANK THE DRINK
THAT STOPPED OUR BODIES AGING
AND OUR CELLS DECAYING
AT FIRST WE WERE GRATEFUL
OH FATHER FRAGONARD
SO GREEDILY WE DRANK UP
WHAT YOU OFFERED US
LITTLE DID WE REALIZE
THE PRICE WE’D HAVE TO PAY
FOR THIS LIFE ETERNAL
ALL JOY WE GAVE AWAY
CURSED TO A LIFE ETERNAL
THOUGH WE TRY TO DIE
WE GO ON LIVING
A JOYLESS IMITATION OF LIFE
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