The putrid smell of death
Lingers stale within the air
For 'while since the body's decomposed.
Many a maggot had their fill
And grew to fickle fly
A body made to many more
Than what its lovers cry.
Apr 2, 2018
Apr 2, 2018 at 5:02 PM UTC
The putrid smell of death
Lingers stale within the air
For 'while since the body's decomposed.
Many a maggot had their fill
And grew to fickle fly
A body made to many more
Than what its lovers cry.
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