| Surrounded by those who you once trusted in
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| All of them were willing to give their blood for you
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| Lying on the cold ground sedated for the surgery
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| For the removal of the entrails
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| Enwrapped in gust
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| You are suffocating
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| Consciousness is blurring as the blade divides your flesh
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| Nausea overwhelms as you gaze upon the gaping wound
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| Slowly and dolorous the bowels are torn out
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| Their warmth is scattered on your entire body
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| To drown
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| Suffocation
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| Lashing out at you
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| The mass is avenging
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| Frantic carnage, ceaseless bludgeoning
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| The gust entwined around
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| Your face, your throat, your chest
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| Pulmonic moratorium, laid to rest
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| Gasping in aspiration
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| Desperation in suffocation
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| Enwrapped in gust
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| Surrounded by those who you once trusted in
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| All of them are now willing to witness
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| How you are miserably perishing |