Stefanie Fontker - Amoral Autopsy

Body thieves
They take without
Asking, permission
Lain upon a slab
Dress you down
Make you up
And kiss your forehead
They cut, they cleave
Rip and tear
What's yours, is theirs
This is Armageddon
Anything goes
Amputate and impregnate
Vial and freeze
Before you sleep
You mutter out a chant
One last letter to God
They laugh,
Spittle hitting your face
To them, there are only
Evil prayers

Stefanie Fontker

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