Cancer comes cadaverous

hello, my name is cancer, to your health, i'm feeling comfortable, inside your offals

nourished by your guts, germ of your complaint
breeding up my friends, in your stomach and your chest

we lacerate you, chew and decompose you we rip you up, gnaw to pieces, grateful for your generosity,

the body becomes confined, blood - red swellings on your skin, unpleasant chops and shrimps won't nourish you, but us

no contrast between guts and pus, intestines coloured black, no matter for our work

cancer comes cadaverous