| A festering itch
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| To scratch the larva from the orifice
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| Hypodermis glitch
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| A simple slit, but one that can’t be stitched
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| Malignant space, the gravitational constant gripping
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| At the all elusive celestial apparition
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| Forever bound here
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| A festering itch
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| To scratch the larva from the orifice
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| Hypodermis glitch
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| A simple slit, but one that can’t be stitched
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| Internal swelling
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| Plasma expelling coagulation of vomit and blood
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| Slithering like worms beneath your skin
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| You must surrender to the pathogen
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| Every nerve inflamed with misery
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| Scream to me
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| Beg me for mercy
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| Bleeding eyes blurring your vision
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| Pressing your fingers into the incision
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| Those of the royal bloodline I beseech
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| Immortal populace, to fucking rip their hearts out
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| Mucus covered orbs metastasize on the body
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| Expulsion of the cluster of all ailment
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| A painful metamorphosis to sift the labyrinth of all time
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| A ripple through the flesh of the cosmos
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| Enter the event horizon, the force of a hypernova
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| Pressing against the skulls and crushing their spines |