Dried, rotting, flaking, rancid flesh Crumbling tissue - nothing left Cancerous, mouldy, septic infestation Smouldering decay of defecation
Your bowels now play host to pestilent decay Waiting dormantly, it knows you're easy prey
See the corpse, smell the rot Rigor mortis sets in like a frost Lacerated arteries, entrails in a mess The dry, stale smell of long rotted flesh
See the corpse, smell the warmth As its cold, grey insides fester and burn The guts may melt, but the torso remains As the jellified innards turn into methane
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