Mechanized Slaughter

Four years spent building my masterpiece
this perfect killing machine
down to every last detail
built for human suffering
inside my insane dementia
my only thoughts that I ponder
people shredding, ripping, tearing
I begin my mechanized slaughter.

Drag your body to my table
I intriduce you to my machine that will end your life
worse than any death you thought, fuck a knife
chains on winches pull your arms out
legs chopped by saw pendulums
drills and chisels enthrall your fear
and gut your body as you watch.

Last after you witness your slaughter by machine
I hit the last switch
your face gets a 30-pound sledgehammer swing
mechanized slaughter.

Pliers grip every rib, to twist and snap
Leaving entrails and organs unharmed
still to function, keeping you alive
jaw broken in several places
teeth crushed and removed from the bone
tongue cut out, face disfigured
a permanent freak for all to see.

My plan complete
sagging you slump without support
to survive a sack of meat, fed by tubes you exist
bags to collect piss and shit
dependent, voiceless, unfeeling husk
trapped inside but cannot die.