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Dried, rotting, flaking, rancid fleshCrumbling tissue - nothing leftCancerous, mouldy, septic infestationSmouldering decay of defecationYour bowels now play host to pestilent decayWaiting dormantly, it knows you're easy preySee the corpse, smell the rot Rigor mortis sets in like a frostLacerated arteries, entrails in a messThe dry, stale smell of long rotted fleshSee the corpse, smell the warmthAs its cold, grey insides fester and burnThe guts may melt, but the torso remainsAs the jellified innards turn into methane