The morbid deceased
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How can one describe
the stench of rotten bodyparts,
or the view of sweet little
infant arms pulled out.
Meathooks ripping through
their flesh and brains.
Chorus:
Innocent and harmless,
screaming out their lungs.
Smell the morbid deceased,
surrender to your nature.
Gore and bowels on fire,
to burn all their sins.
All hope ends here,
no one wins.
Blood sipping on the wall as
human corpses are impaled.
Your throat sliced open.
See your head falling off.
Death surrounds the air,
putrefied and left behind.
Chorus:
Innocent and harmless,
screaming out their lungs.
Smell the morbid deceased,
surrender to your nature.
Driven by sickness,
or maybe just hate?
Who will tell anyone,
for them it’s too late!!
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