The Meatman Museum

I welcome you to my realm of putrid beauty
A varnishing of flesh, bones and guts
A room plunged into dim light
Where corpses shall lay rotting forever

Only petty materials to form my masterpiece
Fat tissues on my canvas
Testicles adorning my horror statues
Maggots infesting my work!

I slay bitches in the name of my art
Butchering bodies with my chainsaw
Cleansing the streets from one or two prostitutes
Just to satiate my need for gore

Within my unending madness
I am the king of debauchery
Enthroned by a pile of cadavers
I reign supreme

I shall drink these virgin's menstruations
I will bathe in their pure fluids
Young girl, I'll skin you alive
And bathe in the purest blood

My one true killing spree