Limbs I Chopped

The razor cutting
Sliced brittle meat
The pale countenance
Now disfigured
Every piece excised
Some organs for dinner hot guts squeezed

Slicing
Ripping
Your flesh and bones I'll grind

Anatomizing
Reserved fresh organs
The same ritual day after day
The filthy environment
Nauseating stench's perfect for me

Sickly
Pleasant
Compulsively dissecting and eating your organs

Dinner time
Fresh roasted limbs
Craft, pleasure and necessity

Leftovers need to be disposed of
Mortal remains
The fire is already lit