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The body is dead

The carcass is empty

Three days wrapped

Strapped and rotting

The Sky Burial has began

The body is placed in the mountaintop

Cold as the landscapes surrounding it

The skin is removed with a knife

Cutting the limbs off with an axe

Breaking all bones with a hammer

DAKINIS

They're descending from the skies to feed

On rotten flesh of disposable humans

In the end everything turns to dust

It is just flesh

Bones and bloody

An fragile bond

Mortal and paltry

The Vultures are feasting, fluids are leaking

Muscles, eyes and heart, skin tearing apart,

Everything is gone, back to where you belong

There is no distinction for this grotesque exhibition

Human or not it is all life-stock

Confronting death to feel the impermanence of life

DAKINIS

They're descending from the skies to feed

On rotten flesh of disposable humans

In the end everything turns to dust