Dried, rotting, flaking, rancid flesh
Cancerous, mouldy, septic infestation
Crumbling tissue Smouldering decay of defecation Waiting dormantly, it knows you're easy prey
Your bowels now play host to pestilent decay
Rigor mortis sets in like a frost
See the corpse, smell the rot
The dry, stale smell of long rotted flesh
Lacerated arteries, entrails in a mess
As its cold, grey insides fester and burn See the corpse, smell the warmth
As the jellified innards turn into methaneThe guts may melt, but the torso remains.
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