.After we die; invading our bodily cavities
The young of insects feed
On our inactive brains
And numb spinal cords.
Open sores drain slow,
Spouting yellow pus - from us.
Dead human flesh brings nourishment,
Survival from what is dead and cold.
Our unburied carcass'
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