Pulped

Aptly deboned, skinned and drained of life

Final moments drawing near, in the baler, they will die

Threshing through the carnage, nobody will survive

Two-ton press with human slop inside

Emptying the contents, vessel filled with waste

Blended goop of body parts juiced and turned to paste

Extraction of their liquids, unable to be saved

Reduced into a clog within the drain

Pulped

Hunted down and harvested

Pulped

Straining bones and tattered flesh

Pulped

Expelling fluids on the floor

Pulped

Mangled innards spewing forth

Blending them whole, their bodies intertwined

Grinding bones, ripping death, relinquishment of life

Shredded humans knotted, wrenching pain defined

Mashed into a fucking sludge, they die

Ending their woes, vitals liquidized

Serrated blade, exposing brains, destroying what's inside

Leaking from the pressure, pressed and then refined

Transmogrifying bodies into slime

Pulped

Hunted down and harvested

Pulped

Straining bones and tattered flesh

Pulped

Expelling fluids on the floor

Pulped

Mangled innards spewing forth

Crushed up bodies forming a mound

Lifeless in a pool of internal organs

Massacred completely with lethal pressure

Concentrated matter seeps through the baler

Pulp spills all over the ground

Smashed beyond the point of resuscitation

Coagulated specimen bound together

Bonded fetid remnants amalgamated