Medicinal Healing - Cannabis Corpse

The next day never came for the stoners

No one would ever hear all their muffled cries

As they slept an axe went through two of their necks

Leaving one to be the last to die

When he saw the carnage he started screaming

As he did they tied him to a nearby tree

A dull blade skillfully sliced right through

His stomach and ribcage

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The blood started to spray

His life was slipping away

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By his feet in the mud

A bucket was placed to catch the dripping blood

The corpses were dragged in body bags

To the killers home a burned out shack

This family was deranged

They spent everyday

Smoking Marijuana, crystal meth, methamphetamines and crack

Their ugly addiction driving them to kill

The bodies carelessly tossed on the floor

Everyone went to work, they’d done this before

Their ghastly inbred sons removed limbs to fuel the hydroponic system

A machine used to grind chunks of flesh

Pulverized body parts that were left

It was pumped into the veins of a corpse

That belonged to their dead grandfather

He had died from an overdose

His dead body was left there in his favorite chair

The families weed supply was starting to run short

They had reached their last resort

They planted seeds inside the cadaver

And within hours it began to work

Out of his flesh vines began to grow from the nutrients of the decomposed

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They knew it would stop growing unless the blood started flowing

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Missing persons reports kept on coming up short

On the kids trying to score