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Preservation Of Death
Their censure forced the decision Their murder forced by incision
With furtive defiance I ended their lives My allegiance to the scalpel has reshaped mine
Stuck with a codgerie of bodies My aims have something new to embody
Flasks brimming with nutritive concoctions To stave off decay and exsiccation
In vials suffused with anti-decomposotes Concealed organelles, their discovery remote
Preservation of... A post-mortem view to the nature of Death Preservation of... A looking glass through to the traces of Death
With our crimes concealed, we've time to reveal Anatomical dogmas, so far not appealed
In perfect suspension, this gralloch begs the question Past this mortal coil, can we affect reclamation?
Preservation of... Channels replete through which we aim to cheat death Preservation of... To our last breath, pursuing life after death
Information I'll procure from subjects matured In a gripe's egg of our preserving tinctures
Wrought In Hell
An eldritch study to beguile our throng The irons that now bind us will be proven none too strong Our asomatic nostrum, we'll work hammer and tongs
My medical bag brims with surgical steel If they're the tools for the job, my work will reveal
This apparati insufficient, I'll concede For death to be undone, custom tools we'll need
Smelted steel prepared to be forged Instruments unimagined before - wrought in hell Bio-morphic blades cleave whet stones Slicing effortlessly through bones Spreaders and clamps and brackets to fasten For this craft we've found a passion - wrought in hell To antique equipment we'll not be resigned Utilizing pieces of our own design
Bunsen burners conflagrate erlenmeyer flasks Burets are topped with bactericides distilled in casks
Formaldehyde, ether, lividinous tinctures
Medicinal vegetation we've culled A pestle grinds these pharmaceuticals - wrought in hell Toxic particulates mixed with saline The reagent turns a bright shade of green Through a rebreather, the stench is dulled As bellows are topped with chemicals - wrought in hell With tubing and pipe set into place This spectre of death we'll attempt to erase
Tangled leads are wound around kaleidoscopic brains Wherein probes are intromitted in constipated veins Transformer required to break mortal constrains
Turbines spin generating kinetic flow Conductive kneck bolts will direct the current to go
AC/DC, electrical, jump-start the physiological
My medical bag brims with that we have decreed The tools of reanimation, now our work can proceed
New innovations to revivify all things rotten Hearts will be made to pulse again with tools wrought in... Hell
Resurrectionists
A hammer to drive the chisel in A chisel to alter bone and skin An algid stiff to now provide A link to where the soul resides
That still hearts should pulse with ichor Is an ethical dilemma to be sure That a body can be made to function Is an enigma to decipher without compunction That the dead may in mere slumber lie Is a query that begs us to coax a reply That rotting lungs shall heave with breath Is truly a matter of life and death
The ressurectionists The ressurectionists... no more death after life
Augers employed to crack and peel Gilding steel teeth with paste of bone meal Their skulls disassembled and scored With sanguine expectations, meticulously gored
To reconnect nerve filled clusters Our encaphalic skill, we muster To reinstate arterial paths Our hands engage in a blood bath To reset joint and bone Our mending powers are hewn To restart cardial beating Our defibrullator is heating
The ressurectionists The ressurectionists... no more death after life
Intra-venously dripping a potion To rekindle locomotion
Old hat at plundering lifeless shells But I shall never get used to the smell
Sutures of catgut carefully stitched Securing intestines in torsal pitch Along the sciatic, nerves are defrayed In our conclave, bodies remade
This brain in a solution submerged From a cranium we've purged This jellied ganglia to reconnect From the medulla to the neck This artery and vein shall rehydrate From pulmonary functions we'll resuscitate This human tabula rasa we've sewn From it, coaxed, secrets to life unknown
The ressurectionists The ressurectionists... no more death after life
Date: 2015-12-24; view: 1059
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