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

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

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

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

Why is death treated as you must learn to revere
Why are all our bodies to rot
Why should we be thankful for your appreciation
Why do we never think, question it 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 see it the way I see it it is my life

It's my

Indisposed your worst thoughts your upon you
There's I can do but take it all from you
We must stop this

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

is no god!