| The gestation has now mutated into what looks like a human
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| It displays intellect and understands reproduction
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| We should have stopped it before it got this far
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| That writhing reject, that web-footed bastard child
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| That spawn of animated lard, that curdled wad of embarrassment
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| Dripping mucus and leaving a trail
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| Released upon the populace this «thing» shall breed, emit its seed
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| A monstrous mold of cells resembling jellied meat assembly
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| A living, breathing piece of defecating meat
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| Two-legged massacre expressing glands in heat
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| Draining the bleed
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| Putrid will be its offspring
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| Filtered through genetic anomaly
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| A throbbing, misshapen slug of a «human being»
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| Mucus crusts on your pink skin, shined by sebaceous sebum
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| Fucking ugly and disgusting
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| The missing link between feces and humanity
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| «When I try to speak through my spurthole
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| I simply choke on the mucus» like
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| «When I try to examine my asshole in the mirror
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| For polyps or whatever you call it, I erupt»
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| We are living, we are breathing, we are pieces of defecating meat
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| A living, breathing piece of defecating meat
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| Descending on the earth contaminated seeds
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| Ripe with disease |