| Dead, I’m here to investigate
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| I will dissect to determinate
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| The precise cause of your death
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| The moment you drew your last breath
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| With no clues to reason demise
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| Nothing from the stare in your eyes
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| No bullet hole or bruise I can see
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| From puncture wounds your body’s free
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| Rotting, decaying, deteriorating
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| An abdomen tender and green
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| Filled with gas, tumor mass
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| On opening ascites and pus
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| Rigid limbs, stiffened neck
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| Body in complete rigor
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| Post mortal mess, laboratory tests
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| Make assumptions from this cadaver
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| Deep freeze to cease the process of decay
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| Suspend the rotting, a time delay
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| Frozen cells, solidified
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| Tissue hardened, muscle dried
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| Extreme cooling lengthens time
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| To solve this life ending crime |