The skin peels off,
Leaving blood and ripped flesh,
Draining the body of the crimson liquid,
Flooding the hallways of the morgue,
Abandoned by all that is holy and stable,
Hanging upside down,
In a body bag of blood,
Dangling above the marble floor,
Dripping until nothing remains
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