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Indisposed your worse your nightmares upon you
There's nothing I can do but it all from you
We must stop this

It's not a glossary of the process
As you rot and take on a
Putrid all over...
That's the reason you've had enough?

Why is death treated as something you must to revere
Why are all our bodies to rot
Why we thankful for your false appreciation
Why must we know everything about

Constrain the limbs and suspect my
A scene... blood is all I see now
Such a laborious and a jumbled mess
To and clean up as I look deep inside

Why is death treated as something you must to revere
Why are all our bodies to rot
Why we be thankful for your false appreciation
Why do we think, question it inspect it

Upon inspection I saw out of place
Saw nothing that would require more
I know that just a job for some people but
You can't see it the way I see it it is my

my life

Indisposed your worst thoughts your nightmares you
There's nothing I can do but it all from you
We stop this epidemic

not a glossary of the embalming process
As you rot and take on a
stench all over...
That's the reason you've I had enough?

is no god!