The Autopsy Lyrics by Insane Poetry
Bring him out
No fingerprints left. Facial dilapidation. Still some larva infestation
Considerable trauma from animals. You can see the tears. Flesh was tough. Assume she was twenties, early thirties. Drawing tax if I get an ID of him
How did she die?
It will come shortly into the storm
What entered front passed clean through her heart exiting her right shoulder blade
Oh, so all the shots filleted her torso
All from behind
Lacerations to skull and stabs to the wrist
She put up quite a fight. A certain brown wolf cut open hеr front
What do you think of this?
We can try to saw her bone with a flat bladе. Someone tried to remove her head
Maybe four months
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Insane Poetry Lyrics – The Autopsy