Underneath Rorulent Soil - Aborted

Bereft of nitrates and fustulent nutrition

Lacking nutrients, a terrible cohibition

Anhydrous and stale and profoundly lacking

The abortive corpus you refuse to stop dragging

«Let thirst the soil!»

as you cling to your life

Necrovores thrash for a meal they contrive

Unadjourned organs are worth more rent asunder

A value at last, at bolus six feet under

Die!

In extremis, a death rattle sounds off like a fife

As autolsis commences, there’s birth to new life

Larvae dispatch and edaciously masticate

Unto the ground, your body, they repatriate

Underneath rorulent soil

An unquenched mealy maw is prepared to toil

Underneath rorulent soil

Bacteria await to feast on boils

The abdomen distends while a microbe gambols

The wales, weals and welts leave your face a shambles

Tumescence fit to burst

A flatulent rip exhauled

Liquefying remains inaugurate irrigation

Sinuous gralloch and dirt foment a concatenation

Steaming piles of intestine melt into the ground

No longer parched, as nutritional gore abounds

From ashes to masses ans dust to pus

Finally in death, your bag of flesh is precious

No trials of weeping, no tears and divested

Just your flabbeus corpus the earth has digested

Underneath rorulent soil

The ground quivers ingesting its spoils

Underneath rorulent soil

Nutrients drip in mortal coils

The abdomen distends while a microbe gambols

The wales, weals and welts leave your face a shambles

Tumescence fit to burst

A flatulent rip exhauled