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Combustion, feel it's advance

Rotting your body, there's no recovery

Fluids and liquids gush down your severed veins

Still running, as convulsions rip your body apart

Exudate bursting from infected wounds

Scavengers, maggots and vericose worms

Despoiling your corpse feeding form it

Sight's still unaffected, see new batches hatch

Your body, your temple... in disgrace

Casket of oak, holding your corpse inside

Excrement spoiling your funeral suit

Emotional chaos, as brain melts away

Deteriorated by viral disease

Rotting away! Combustion...

Scattered body, but wind's still present

Question awakens!

How dead the dead really are? Rotting away!