The open Wounds I cut, now fester and succumb
To insect infestation, bacterial infiltration
On a micro biotic level, they grow and overtake
human piece of waste, an experiment of decay
God of the fly, release your seed of filth
To grow and conquer, on death, on myself 

Maggots, maggots! On my corpse
Feeding, seeping, pus does flow
Rotten body