| chimneys choked with soot
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| belching flame from the furnace erupts
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| a funeral pyre for the newly deceased
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| the long dead and the freshly defunct
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| a human candle with a guttering flame
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| melting fat in the hypocaust
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| your time has run short, your spark is now dim
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| ashes, to the frigid winds, are lost
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| sizzling skin is burnt to char
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| corpses broiled to blackened tar
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| incandescent skulls explode
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| carbonized in our sweltering forge
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| body parts reduced to vapor
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| causing gases to disgorge
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| post-burial cremation
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| the foulest stiffs we digest
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| a service rendered out of necessity
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| we take what we want and burn the rest
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| embers scorch the putrid mire
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| your epitaph is written in fire
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| eyeballs protrude and pop one by one
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| as limbs are fused and smelted ichor runs
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| the remnants of the graveyard we ignite
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| cadaverous kindling Cremator sets alight
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| Burn!!!
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| scraping the grate of encrusted slag
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| molten entrails and adipocere
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| cauterization, so complete
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| crumbling flesh and boiling tears
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| inflammable gore is consigned to the flames
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| simmering blood is scorched to coke
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| hammers pulverise bones and teeth
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| as cremains fill the air with smoke
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| arsonists from the dawn to dusk
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| transforming you from death to dust
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| eyeballs protrude and pop one by one
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| as limbs are fused and smelted ichor runs
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| the remnants of the graveyard we ignite
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| cadaverous kindling Cremator sets alight |