The flesh infused with chems
and ready to be cut
The skin of a crippled
The legacy of wrath
Raincoat against all fear
A protection of the flesh
They need precise incision
an act of distress
Permitted by the absence
of a mortal in live
Preparation of the future
in the gloss of a knife
Here is the saviour
to watch over the undead
To hold life and pain
for there is no better dread
"Cut! Decision! d**h!
Permission!
Gap! Disease! Skin!
Displease...
...The saviour! The pain will increase!"