For this, 
O dearly beloved, is the genuine 
Girl: a cold body and beautiful 
Hair and blood and a cunt. 
Here lies their love all cut, the young daughter in the dust 
Victim of primate lust 
Slowly spewing pus 
The carrion worms are holding a feast 
Craniums with barely some skin on them 
The corpse as skinny as a skeleton 
She is mighty pretty 
Touching gently her awesome body 
All ribs under her skin revealed 
Just gorgeous 
Matching the grey bone structure of the walls 
A woman's death, perfected 
The empty shell is being torn and worn 
Tonguing through the maggots 
Hardly reaching her pussy 
Still wet from rot 
You should lick that - not 
Breasts taken with a blade 
Left to decay in a shallow grave 
The remains cast into the cave river hellish red 
Worms in ears 
Some graves the tropical jungle bears 
Over and over again