| Desensitized to the necrotized, a trompe-l'oeil made zombified
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| Mocking death mask for the mortified -deformed
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| Repellant rite now sanctified, pallid parody of the putrefied
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| In formaldehyde death now baptized — reborn
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| The sickening sight now sanitized
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| In celebration of the demised
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| Death unrevealed — decay clumsily disguised
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| But behind the lurid, leering eyes
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| Decomposition will arise
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| So let it be rotten — so let it be done
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| Behind the shroud decrepitude begun
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| So let it be rotten — so let it be done
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| So let it be rotten
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| So let it be rotten — so let it be done
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| So let it be rotten
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| Immured deep within the absurd, beyond the pale obscenely blurred
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| Rigor mortis sets in undeterred — putrescent
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| Embalmed in lugubrious repose, as from within you decompose
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| Unmoved by orchid, lily, or rose — quiescent
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| The distasteful scent lurks just beneath
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| The truth of death lay out of reach
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| It’s cold caress — would curdle funeral wreaths
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| But beyond the mendacious mask you’ll see
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| Putrefaction’s perfidy
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| So let it be rotten — so let it be done
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| Within the casket, decay has claimed it’s throne
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| So let it be rotten — so let it be done
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| Death worms it’s way into the corpse it’s work begun
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| So let it be rotten — let it be done |