Skinned a Crazy Fat

Today there is not meat in the madhouse and I should give meat to my lunatics
Tonight I will peel a fat
The old bastard is of name Cleo Tilde!
Contained seven years and it's greasy as a pig
I am tired of seeing as smiles in the patio
And it drains dribble the crazy wretch
With wire corner their flesh against the iron
Damned! Do you think that I am playing?
Cries as a baby this me full with anger!
And with my great sharp knife I slice the viceras smoothly
Cutting without damaging the organs
It kicks while it bleeds
Tedious purulent, atrophies nervous altered fat!
Regurgitates blood, now there is meat for my lunatics
The suet under their skin she mixes with the blood
Their bowels drain fluids rancid and putrid
The bastard even lives it suffers, it suffers without pity! This fat stinks!
I am terrified, very excited so much flesh in my hands
Continous skinning, until she dies with their skin in my hand
I glad it to be able to give him of eating this week good flesh to my lunatics