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Inert bodies' distillation

Violently agitated in an ammoniacal medium

Treated in formol and acid

Flesh slowly melts

Now you're an amorphous mass

Features irremisibly go back in time

Till turn you into a heinous fetus

You slowly return to your origin

Formol distilles in your veins

Residual vapors

Ascending through a column

Your conscience feels the change

Fluid and

Molecules separate but the essence remains

In you turned into a stinking gas

Your degeneration is a short existence parallel to your death

A harmful dripping

Condensed, distilled

Your cells subjected to

A selective reflux

Liquated

Without leaving trace

Trioxan precipitates in your pores

Your anus, your eyes

Nauseous aroma

Maybe you'll never have

Conscience of your death