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Ever seen a corpse in the blazing sun
the blood congeals and doesn't run.
Over the body the flies do spread
like rotten butter on moldy bread.
The skin is blue, the eyes are red.
The body huge, and air filled bed.
The tongue sticks out all swollen and black,
a frozen smile, the teeth can't clack.
The legs are limp, the arms are slack,
a fallen in house without a tack.
The chest doesn't move for lack of breath,
no future goals or dreams are left.
A broken book you cannot heft
but if you could
the last page says:
Death.