| A grave — robbed corpse is a souls disgrace,
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| Smother the decay of carcass into your face,
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| Septic wash drowning in a retched river
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| Of excrement, shriek soundlessly,
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| Eyeballs burst as skull begins to crush,
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| Heads now nothing but blood pulp and mush,
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| Disemboweled abdominal organs internal,
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| Blood and guts run in pain so infernal
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| Hopelessly swamped in gore
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| Pathetically swamped in gore
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| Horribly swamped in gore
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| Gloriously swamped in gore, gore, gore, gore
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| Limbs are sloppily severed,
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| Your still alive cannot walk
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| Or grasp brain still registers,
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| Belly slit intestines spill out upon the floor,
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| In a few agonized hours life will be no more,
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| At the moment your entangled in your entrails
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| Death comes bladder bowels let loose, voluntary organs fail,
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| Bloated ripe cadaver, foul odor reek with might,
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| Breaks open easy maggots ooze everywhere |