| «Fuck the world» is what he said
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| And the bullet went straight through his head
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| A life forsaken sufficiency
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| Frustration, tensions warranty
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| With blatant fury life is expelled
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| From a once so livid shell
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| Crisp and leathery as the bones start to show
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| White fungi embrace the blackened skin
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| Larvae plunge through the stomach wall
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| The process of moulding begins
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| Skull fractured immensely from the bullets breath
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| Brain pulp protrudes from the wound
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| Invasion of flies in the stinky pink matter
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| Eyes excessively pruned
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| Lifeless yet still full of life
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| Death feeds the living
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| Death breeds the living
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| Formication beneath flesh and dirt
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| Death feeds the living
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| Death breeds the living
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| Inhale the bullet as he wishes to depart
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| From this world, without a clue
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| Worn down to the beat of a heart
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| And a triggered mind to undo
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| Carcass lie bloated under the sun
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| Rotting on a dusty mound
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| Soul condemned to a world beyond
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| The sand became his burial ground |