Wild sharp blades open lips of flesh
Gush of scarlet blood and pour on the outside
Vital organs come out of the corpse
Now devoid of vital energy become flabby
On the ground coveredwith lots of worms hungry of human flesh
The corpse supported by meathooks
Putrefys the air becoming stifling
The worms nourish of entrails
And infest every internal cavity
Of corpse swelling it
The corpse now in putrefaction
Raise layes of greenish skin
Explosions of boiling gastric acids
Raise craters that vomit corrosive liquids
Slow rives of pus pour out of every
Laceration carryng bit of flesh
With revolting insects
Made from the putrid fermentation
The ground is a basin
Full of jelly-like
Sweet of smelling mush
Colour of vomit blood brain
Dressed with
Worms pus an liquid
Secretion from
The carcase
Protagonist
Of weakness of life
Death consume the carcase
Undressing it from the filth
Cleaning it from lived depravations
Let shine in putrefaction
The white skeleton now free.
