| Wholly rotten, your body decayed
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| Your husk a decomposing organic sewer
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| Ichor boiled, congealed, and reduced
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| Into a fustular mass of fertile manure
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| Liquid waste expelled
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| With a nauseating smell
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| Your innards have started to turn
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| The stink makes my sinuses burn
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| With intestinal fortitude I’m forced to digest
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| This purulent victual with which I’m obsessed
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| Greedily binging on glistening turds
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| As gristle and fat form globular curds
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| Pulsating liver is violently excised
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| Pureed, brewed, and mulled
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| A gustatory treat for the mentally ill
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| With which my senses are dulled
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| Your kidneys are stewed and with offal imbued
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| Infused with simmering gore
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| Of carbonized entrails and all that is rotten
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| I’m quite a connoisseur
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| A foetid tapioca is prepared in your colon
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| Nauseating pudding, thickened with pus
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| A genital soufflé is concocted on the fly
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| Post-mortem nutriment of decomposing guts
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| Putrescine elixir is quaffed to kill the taste
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| A most refreshing aperitif
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| The noxious beverage is tapped from your skull
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| You’re repulsively rotten beyond belief |