| Dried, rotting, flaking, rancid flesh
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| Crumbling tissue — nothing left
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| Cancerous, mouldy, septic infestation
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| Smouldering decay of defecation
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| Your bowels now play host to pestilent decay
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| Waiting dormantly, it knows you’re easy prey
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| See the corpse, smell the rot
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| Rigor mortis sets in like a frost
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| Lacerated arteries, entrails in a mess
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| The dry, stale smell of long rotted flesh
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| See the corpse, smell the warmth
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| As it’s cold, grey insides fester and burn
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| The guts may melt, but the torso remains
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| As the jellified innards turn into methane
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| ultimate excretion of rabid globular neoplasm |