| A very violent death
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| finished with your miserable life,
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| in your body are happening lots of nervous spasms,
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| vomiting a mixture
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| of your kidney with blood
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| and repulsive white grubs as the colour that you saw when you
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| give your last shout of desperation
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| Nobody is worried — for your disappearance while
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| your body is rotting
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| now your brain is dead, you will never wake up,
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| of this eternal nightmare
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| Inside of your body, thousands of grubs,
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| are devouring, your internal organs
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| This causes an obstruction of the blood in your brain,
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| a lot of little insects drink the blood that is
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| inside of your putrid head
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| In your stomach a lot of horrendous chrysalis are forming
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| after a weed your body will be infested by moths
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| a troop of insects devour the rest of your
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| cancerous flesh, and your purulent and fragile skin
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| The moths die inside of your corpse,
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| a big dough of flesh and parts of guts is the best
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| food for more and more insects
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| The nature is wise… |