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Bereft of nitrates and fustulent nutrition |
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Lacking nutrients, a terrible cohibition |
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Anhydrous and stale and profoundly lacking |
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The abortive corpus you refuse to stop dragging |
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"Let thirst the soil!" as you cling to your life |
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Necrovores thrash for a meal they contrive |
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Unadjourned organs are worth more rent asunder |
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A value at last, at bolus six feet under |
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Die! |
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In extremis, a death rattle sounds off like a fife |
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As autolsis commences, there's birth to new life |
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Larvae dispatch and edaciously masticate |
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Unto the ground, your body, they repatriate |
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Underneath rorulent soil |
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An unquenched mealy maw is prepared to toil |
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Underneath rorulent soil |
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Bacteria await to feast on boils |
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The abdomen distends while a microbe gambols |
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The wales, weals and welts leave your face a shambles |
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Tumescence fit to burst |
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A flatulent rip exhauled |
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Liquefying remains inaugurate irrigation |
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Sinuous gralloch and dirt foment a concatenation |
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Steaming piles of intestine melt into the ground |
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No longer parched, as nutritional gore abounds |
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From ashes to masses ans dust to pus |
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Finally in death, your bag of flesh is precious |
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No trials of weeping, no tears and divested |
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Just your flabbeus corpus the earth has digested |
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Underneath rorulent soil |
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The ground quivers ingesting its spoils |
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Underneath rorulent soil |
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Nutrients drip in mortal coils |
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The abdomen distends while a microbe gambols |
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The wales, weals and welts leave your face a shambles |
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Tumescence fit to burst |
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A flatulent rip exhauled |
