(By The Marked One, 086/019)
Look, another corpse!
Still in rigor mortis,
muscles stiff,
eyes open wide.
Yes,
gnaw it to the bones!
Bury your teeth,
don't stop!
Dead but tary not,
feast on his flesh!
How he died it matters not.
Nobody knows.
Nobody shall say.
Only a skeleton remains,
the story itself,
already a shade.
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