Beneath the putrid earth among the worms and fungi spors lies the carcass, still, cold as your evilest thoughts predatory as the webbing Spider, waiting for the last ray of sun to die so it can feel the warmth of the cold night fret caressing its naked form it's wet lips the stained teeth grinding has its hunger rages creating spasm and gut wrench bile the bitter droplets like acid burning the path it walks the path to eternal hell.
