| Because your soul denies decay
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| Mutates vital insides to liquified mush
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| While every joint and every bone grinds down
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| Your piss and puss filled sheets entomb you
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| Mummifying, eating your skin, you can’t wait to die
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| The lesions from bedsores devour you rapidly
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| The virus consumes you, your cells are too weak
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| Blood spills through your pores, the philia destroys you
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| Draining all hopes for your life, a state of euphoria
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| Oozing from extremities, bleeds continuously
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| Bile from all cavities
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| Overfilled colostomy stinks horrifically
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| Maggots infest and feed on thee
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| Lungs lose all capacity, collapse repeatedly
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| Death only a step away
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| Heart beats erradically, veins explode ferociously
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| Carcass with no life to see
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| Begging to die!
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| Morbid premonitions of death and deception
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| I disembowel you without hesitation
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| Your hollowed out eyes, now holes
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| Say more than your words, nothing
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| Decay mutates, ruined
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| All your insides, rotting
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| Devour the skin, liquid
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| You’re gonna die, deceased
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| Every last breath, gasping
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| And every last word, fuck you!
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| Buried in all your own waste |