For this, O dearly beloved, is the genuine Girl: a cold body and beautiful hair and blood and a cunt. Here lies their love all cut, the young daughter in the dust Victim of primate lust Slowly spewing pus
The carrion worms are holding a feast Craniums with barely some skin on them The corpse as skinny as a skeleton She is mighty pretty Touching gently her awesome body All ribs under her skin revealed Just gorgeous Matching the grey bone structure of the walls A woman's death, perfected The empty shell is being torn and worn
Tonguing through the maggots Hardly reaching her pussy Still wet from rot You should lick that - not
Breasts taken with a blade Left to decay in a shallow grave The remains cast into the cave river hellish red Worms in ears Some graves the tropical jungle bears Over and over again