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