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Three dead sheep

Be rotting in their pasture

Stripped of their skin

The reason for their slaughter

Meat moldy past even animal desire

Paradise for all the insects

Who nest in the raw flesh

Breeding colonies reaching thousands

Happy as can be

Crawling where they please

Ate out through the eyes

Leaving gaping white sockets

Innards are openly shown

Stomach leaks a gastric substance

All in red tangled mass

Resembling a milky sort of afterbirth

Rising smell is worse than shit

Carried along by light spring breezes

Swift ghastly scent, meets unlucky persons

Giving them the urge to vomit

The curious wonder where

Originates the dreadful smell

Follow to where it's stronger

Discover the sheep there lying