The Matter of Splatter

Pernicious, a ghastly Gordian quandary to elucidate
Pestiferous, a nebulous necrotic novelty to navigate
Labyrinthine, a contumely carnal conundrum to cogitate
Serpentine, an exulcerated entanglement to execrate

Hands stained and filthy from digging deep for the answer
That lies at the heart, of the matter of splatter

Eschatological, the grave matters with which we struggle
Pathological, the perverse perpetuation of this purulent puzzle
Repugnant, the wretched riddle unravels, in a reeking revelation
Repulsive, the final fetid farce yields such a rancid realization

Now your morbid curiosity may finally be answered
Deep in the heart of the matter, of splatter
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A morbid matter on which to meditate or mutilate

A deathly detail to deliberate, and desiccate
A somber study in which sagacity is tantamount to insanity
An insalubrious interest in the inhumed, and the unsanitary

An unhealthy pursuit of the purulent, and parturient
A feculent fixation upon the fetid filth, and excrement
An exhaustive examination of the excreted, and the exhumed
A tireless appetite to hill the silt atop the tomb

Nebulous, the sanguineous solution is seldom seen before the last
Amorphous, seemingly always six deep feet beyond your grasp
Funeral, carnal cartography to chart the course of life's dénouement
Corporeal, the wretched revelation that you sought proves harder to swallow
Than you'd thought
Harder to swallow than you'd thought

That anatomy is destiny of an unforgiving answer
Culled from the heart of the matter of splatter