| Purulent portents augur decrepit demise
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| A tumescent terminus draws near
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| Sloughing skin, boils erupt before your very eyes
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| Carbuncles and lesions appear
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| Wracked with infection — excruciated
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| An affliction which will not abate
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| Eczemic flesh stripped away — excoriated
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| A fetid, disease-ridden fate
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| Moribund, vomiting blood
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| All over the hospital floor
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| Not long for this earth, it only gets worse
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| Physiognomy ridden with sores
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| Rendered grotesque, thorax fills with cess
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| Suffering until your demise
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| Corrode from within, sepsis sets in
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| Innards begin to liquefy
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| Too late, face fate- Await, death’s gate
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| Sound the death knell — Sound the death knell
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| Overripe omens ooze out of your maw
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| Excrescent expectorate expunged
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| Sallowed skin, blistered and raw
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| Hacking up bits of clot-caked gunge
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| Riddled with welts — suppurated
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| Day by day this decay sprays it’s filth
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| Drain the pus into pans — intubated
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| Discharging bloody, pyomorphic swill
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| Feculent, purulent
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| Rampant infection now grown out of hand
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| Nauseated, expectorated
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| Bits of innards floating in your bedpan
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| Too late, face fate- Await, death’s gate
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| Sound the death knell — Sound the death knell
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| Disgusting yourself, you turn inside out
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| Epidermal revulsion takes hold
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| Prognosis is grim, there can no more doubt
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| You’re soon to be stiff, dead and cold
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| Vital organs spew forth — regurgitated
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| Prolapse of bowels, sinew and crud
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| Sanguineous breath — asphyxiated
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| Esophagus torn, drown in your own blood
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| Violent death, terminal breath
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| The hospital bed now a gore-soaked grave
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| Your execrable corpse, taken down to the morgue
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| Fodder for pathologists depraved
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| Too late, face fate- Await, death’s gate
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| Sound the death knell — Sound the death knell |