A Body Farm

For every life I take, an ecosystem I create
 Blood and guts consumes my life
 I am the "brutal gardener"
 I - "quantity controller"
 ...no more insane than Jesus Christ.
 Forgive my humble abode
 Rotting bodies clogging the commode
 Please pardon the stench and the trunk of a man lying on the workbench
 Out by the shed are buzzing hives made of human heads
 The gestation of larvae tells us
 The time of death
 Decomposition - An exhibition of life that springs from tragedy
 Degeneration - Breakdown and maturation of DNA: The residue of death
 The twilight falls on maggots burrowing in flesh
 Dead - the dead now dead as can be
 The cadaver now giving life harmoniously
 A God - This makes me a god
 This is absurd and quite obscene - the corruption of human beings
 My back yard now a goddamned crime scene
 I am the Ying, I am the yang
 Good and evil are one in the same
 No more insane than Jesus Christ...
 The smell is part of the charm when you live on a "body farm"
 I walk with the stench of decay along corpse littered paths at the break of the day
 Ah, the irony in being a killer, yet in the crime-solving community, I am a pillar
 A corpse turns to mulch with a good roto-tiller...
 I kill for the good of man
 Decomposition -- a morbid demonstration
 The cycle of life - in all its majesty
 Degeneration - curdling fermentation of heaps and heaps of human meat
 The twilight falls on maggots burrowing in flesh
 Dead - the dead now dead as can be
 The cadaver now giving life harmoniously
 A God - This makes me a god