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Conserved till rotenness

Till the maggots fill the flesh

And the brain turns

To rancid fermented mess

Pus runs from punctures

Inside oesophagus

Maggots crawl into the flesh

Now a tissus shapeless mass

Funeral in morbid place

With the remains of the dead

Rotting, by my infamy

Rotting, from flesh to putrid

Dried flesh sticks to bones

And the maggots (still) devour

Maggots infest guts and stomach, they ride back the trachea,

Lungs are almost wholly devoured, insatiable human eaters

As I taste this rotted flesh, maggots enter in my mouth

Bewitched in my dementia, maggots enter in my mouth

I lick the organic gelatine

Left by the insects

Rites of Torture

I delight in flesh and blood and

Putrefaction

Of your corpse... filled with maggots

Dried flesh sticks to bones

And the maggots still devour

Putrid mass of rotenness

Repugnant Human Mess

End in glory

For such a rotten meat

What remain of my son

Still dwell in utero

Maggots escape

From its eyes

A worms infested meat

Lay in front of me