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 Rigor
Rigormortis, Rigormortis, Rigormortis they say,
creeps into the body and takes the movement away.
Within two to three hours after ones death,
the body is rigid when it no longer has breath.
The pathologists can determine about when someone died,
from the stages of the rigormortis held deep inside.
When a body goes to the funeral parlor for its final exhibit,
they cut a slit in the back of your clothing to get you in it.
Rigormortis Rigormortis Riogormortis, my friend
I've seen you in action, again and again.
I've watched them break fingers on a human hand,
to finger print fallen soldiers who died in the sand.
One day the rigor will come looking for me,
it's a stage after death that many don't see.

Stan



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