| Crooked fingers they twitch — organic dysfunction
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| Muscles go into spasms — bodily corrosion
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| Even the most sublime flesh — destined to wither
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| Once silky breasts now rotten apart — for worms to slither on
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| This is ultimate communion
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| Sacrament of decomposition
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| Eternal life in rancid paradise
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| Fused into the black matter of aeons
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| For no one hears the prayers, no one to answer the cries
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| A supreme being you worship, it’s all just fucking lies
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| Empty promise, mankind’s' curse
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| Dig into the soil, pierce right through the darkness
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| To uncover nothing more than all — consuming putrefaction
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| Praise the god of rot
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| Elevate the eucharist, herald the infestation
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| Enter the garden of eden where maggots are angels
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| Your flesh perished, your lord eaten
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| Ideas drowned in a festering mass
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| Divine purpose — arrogant claim
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| Sudden death shifts the order of events
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| No ascension — only decay
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| This is ultimate communion sacrament of decomposition
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| Eternal life in rancid heaven united with ashes of fathers |