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Cadavers not yet autopsied
Gulping air frenetically
Skin stretched, holding in their guts
Twisting veins of liquid stuff
Oh, how very beautifully
Each corpse can hear, and smell and see
How beautiful, this thing called life
Played out in color, black and white
Watching from an outside view
Seeing all that is not true
Living is so very rare
Ignorance no fruit can bear
Lusty passion, tortured pain
Yin and yang, like sun and rain
Earmarked course to follow through
Fate is dictated for you
Deviate from destined course
Like sir knight upon his horse
Battling the dragon's flame
Victory his to proclaim
Fear is not the enemy
Empty eyes will never see
The blood that rushes out in fits
Coagulates but never quits
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