| Wait in the bite of sickness.
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| Fear devours the smell of death.
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| And silent whispers hold the dust.
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| Scissors… Tammed… throat.
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| Gargling… Gasping, blood is spraying
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| Tearing out the organs, pulling out the hearts.
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| Burn at the stake, cannibal.
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| Scissors… Tammed… throat.
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| Gargling… Gasping, blood is spraying.
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| Zombie… Darnivore… devoured flesh.
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| Rotting… Rodies… rising from death.
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| Severed limbs and mangled fingers.
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| This is the torture it becomes me!
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| Scratched eyes, pricked out organs.
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| And skewered guts, it becomes me!
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| The final torture.
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| The final breath has now been taken.
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| Slowly your body turns cold.
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| Zombie! |