Her shriveled skin and organs spoiled, Her busted lungs can breath no breath
Her eyes and mouth are filled with Soil, Her filthy clothes still reek of death
Relentless urge to spread my seed, Over flesh where maggots feed
Her honey cold but still so sweet, Over her head I hold her feet
Overwhelmed with Necrolust, I jolt her body with violent thrusts
At the moment I reach my peak, Her swollen snatch begins to leak
My forehead sweats as I spew inside, My chunky cream now coats her thighs
Laughing loudly for the deed is done, Shading my eyes from the rising sun
With the dirt I refill the grave, My urges met for what I crave
With the final touch I pack the sod, Theres no better way to feel like God