A Body Farm

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 workbenchOut by the shed are buzzing hives made of human heads
The gestation of larvae tells us
the time of deathDecomposition - An exhibition of life that springs from tragedyDegeneration - Breakdown and maturation of DNA: The residue of deathThe twilight falls on maggots burrowing in flesh
Dead - the dead now dead as can beThe cadaver now giving life harmoniously
A God - This makes me a godThis is absurd and quite obscene - the corruption of human beings
My back yard now a goddamned crime sceneI am the ying, I am the yang
Good and evil are one in the same
No more insane than Jesus ChristThe 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 dayAh, 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-tillerI kill for the good of manDecomposition a morbid demonstration
The cycle of life - in all its majestyDegeneration - curdling fermentation of heaps and heaps of human meatThe twilight falls on maggots burrowing in flesh
Dead - the dead now dead as can beThe cadaver now giving life harmoniously
A God - This makes me a god