Putrid mess lays in the woods
Removed of organs and meat
Thirteen mounds of bony fllesh
Hollowed out expect for maggots
That dwell
Deep inside the skulls
Of victims that they cleaned
How did this horror unfold

No trace of evidence was left behind
At this scene of gore
Will the [bad word] ever be told

Only time will tell
Will there be more to find
Some more hollowed bodies
Will there be more to find some more hollowed bodies
With their untold stories

Cadavers rot
Cadavers rot hollowed

Thirteen more corpses are found
Thirteen miles exactly south
Twenty six more to the north
Two stacks of thirteen humans
Thirteen
Miles apart from one another
In a line
Why did this horror unfold

Two more
One to the west
One to the east make six in total
Will the [bad word] ever be told

Only if I tell

Will there be more to find
Some more hollowed bodies
Will there be more to find some more hollowed bodies
With their untold stories

Cadavers rot
Cadavers rot hollowed

Bodies were found
Hollowed bodies
Bodies were found
Hollowed bodies