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Top of head ripped to shreds
once a human, now a fountain
brains and other insides
spraying outwards
walls and windows stained with
crimson splotches
there is now a space of nothing
where there used to be a forehead
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I
Am
Not quite a "licensed professional" per se
But I do take on clients for minimal pay
I own my own table and rubber gloves too
In a dimly lit spot stocked with scalpels and glue
Lay down, close your eyes and just point to what hurts
I'll drug you and cut you, that usually works
Since you're feeling some chest pains I might dig around
See what else I can fix while you're asleep and sound
Surgical incisions
All without direction
Limbs removed from body
Just as a precaution
You are cured
I'm assuming
I just need to put you back together
I have both lungs, but misplaced the heart
I glued your arms on backwards so I'll need to restart
Why is your left arm attached to the right leg
I'm sure those don't go there but where is the head
The toes are entangled in entrails and tounge
The ribcage is shielding the nose, mouth and eyes
The table is engulfed in a mess of bodily fluids
I scoop it up by hand but see there's nowhere left to put it back into
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Liquefied
00:56
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At the pool
Cold outside
Trying to get some exercise
Take off clothes
Take a dive
And the pool's electrified
Blood boils
Skin slides off
Eyes explode and teeth fall out
You've gone off
The deep end
Now you're fucking liquefied
Lifeguard is nowhere in sight
The chlorine levels are off
And now there is a
Floating mass of
Dark red fluid
Probably nothing
Pretty soon they'll open up the pool
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Management of waste
Tossing garbage bags
Indistinct collection of odd broken glass and dirty rags
Yet amongst the garbage
What is it I see?
A shining precious golden coin, its gold allure it beckons me
I must climb in
This is my big break
Wait it's moving
Turned it on by mistake
Hydraulics start to crush
But maybe if I rush
I'll leave unscathed from a brush
With certain death
I can't move my legs I'm
Trapped with my head in
The gap between the
Crusher and the chute
My arms are now bent the
Opposite way I
Can't feel my legs they're
Disconnected
I can hear me crunch
My bones are turned to dust
It starts to squash my head
But mid-squeeze the lift stops, and the light turns red
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Just another day
Working 9 to 5
Someone rings up 9-1-1
I have to go and drive
My ambulance and stretcher
There for emergencies
Try to assess the patients
And realize they are the disease
Put them all to sleep
Fill them up with drugs
Give myself some oxygen and inject fluid into their lungs
Maybe check their pulse
If everything's still okay
I'll open up the ambulance doors and throw them out onto the freeway
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Manufacturing error
Big mistake
Popular supplier
For skydiving
If you pull it
It won't open
I would tell them but my computer's broken
Orders have been placed
They're going to be fulfilled
My customers are satisfied
Despite the fact that they'll be killed
Leaps of faith
Are sure to be your last
You and your friends were seeking thrills
Instead of cemetery plans
Hold your hands and jump
To conquer fear of heights
Close your eyes and pull the string
Together...you'll find
This moment is your last in time
No time to regret
For soon you'll see who's first to splat
Dropping like flies
Adrenaline demise
The skies are filled with bodies
A bucket list item was the cause of death
The victims are extreme
The death count is obscene
The government sent in the air force
But their parachutes don't work either
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