| Death is pulsing, from within
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| Crawling through, your sickly skin
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| Fingers clutch life as it fades
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| Slowly turn from green to gray
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| Tissue death, bones are revealed
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| Necrosis spreads, your fate is sealed
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| Your morbid limbs, wither away
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| Even as you live, you decay
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| The time has passed, to amputate
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| Rotting alive, your grisly fate —
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| Gangrene
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| Hands and feet, now memories
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| Bones and meat, is all you see
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| Facial features rotted through
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| Death closing its grip on you
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| Tissue death, bones are revealed
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| Necrosis spreads, your fate is sealed
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| Your morbid limbs, wither away
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| Even as you live, you decay
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| The time has passed, to amputate
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| Rotting alive, your grisly fate —
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| Gangrene |