This is poetry, rotten poetry
Decomposing bodies
They cry tears of blood
Exude the sweet perfume from the graves
Adorned with his bowels
Displaying their cadaverous bodies
The skin was replaced by raw flesh
The flesh is savored
Rotten Poetry
To Manifest
Tasted by human beings
Who survived death
Mine, yours, our death
The natural law is fair and cold
When we die we are all equals
Liver, heart, lungs
Brain, nerves, guts
We all have it equal
This is poetry, rotten poetry
Decomposing bodies
They cry tears of blood
Exude the sweet perfume from the graves