| Lick and swallow! |
| Plague, you won’t enter me again
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| Ill-disposed travelers spreading inside of me
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| Die, you weaken me
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| I know what you are
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| A sneaky passenger under a friendly disguise
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| I remember your terrifying work
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| Your endless spread. |
| Your pieces colonizing bowels and guts
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| Infected cells, synthetic cancer
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| Like thousands invisible parts of broken glass making me secretly bleed
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| Their contaminated smoke invades me with symptoms beginnings
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| Dullness and shivers grow
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| My stomach burns
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| Paralyzing shoulders and spine
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| Swallow, all the water you would drink
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| All the showers you’d take for hours
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| Swallow, would not prevent from the noxious effect
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| For a neuronal hecatomb
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| Legs start to hurt
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| My sights lowly changes, I cannot think anymore
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| The bearable emptiness as things disappear
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| And leave me alone in a fiction no man’s land
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| Inhale, swallow
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| Feel like if you were someone else
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| I just want to sleep
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| With the hope never to awake
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| I hate these germs, this everlasting sickness
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| I just can see him, this pathetic man watching me
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| And his strength to make me open the mouth
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| Die! |