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Quietly you rest, waiting for the light

Six feet below reality

Where the world is so black

Eagerly I excavate your partially decomposed body

Pry the casket open with my greedy hands

Slowly I write above your bloated body

And penetrate the folds of flesh

A chill creeps up from your thighs

Despoilment of rotting flesh

Pumping and pounding, motionless you lie

I can see the pain within your vacant mind

Maggots start to fester from within the womb

Spark the dead back to life from within their tomb

Twisted morbid dreams well from inside my head

I get such a twisted pleasure out of fucking the long since dead

Tool of my carnality, morbid sardonic lust

For you there is no life, I have cut short your salvation

No god can help you now, for your purulent, ravaged meat

Is left to the soil for the parasites to feed on