Preservation of Death

Preservation of Death - Impaled

Written by：Impaled

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 congeries of bodies

My aims have something new to embody

Flasks brimming with nutritive concoctions

To stave off decay and coeducation

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