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The Laughing Cadaver

Oh, sweet irony of sin

Ended by your hand

only to stand devoured again

You lured my foolish heart

play-acting as my savior

once I had been savored

tipped unto a pauper’s graveyard

just the earth and nameless kin

no burial home, no peace within

Oh, the mistakes of arrogant men

For infected worms hath gorged

upon my sullied flesh and

I am here again, decaying flaying skin

The Laughing Cadaver, intent upon

vengeance, offering you repentance

to begin again

by my side

a beautiful animate corpse

such as I


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