In the end, we all decay
Bodies rot and fade away
Open wounds, sharp and wide
Organs spill on every side
Veins are torn, nerves are frayed
Rotting flesh where life once tread
Organs spill, a gruesome sight
Wounds start to fester, infection spreads
Severed limbs, cold and pale
Putrid mass, stench of doom
Putrefaction spreads
Tissue teared out, veins all burst to the end
Bloody guts exposed, flesh is weak and doomed
Rotting mass of deathly stench and decay
Severed parts of that body, they are drained
Putrid mass, foul decay
