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The eye's sight scrapes back and forth against the frame of death mask slit |
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The mouth gurgles forth |
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A black matter thick and putrid |
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Naught ears detect the rattle |
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The hissing crackle of time |
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Space |
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The vessel convulses in rhythm with torment and space |
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Space |
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The air cuts the skins |
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Force now under |
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Bandages hands tear and pull at the chest cavity |
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Screamin all the meat away in a epileptic frenzy |
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Searching to not exit |
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The feet wait silent in a pool of excrement and blood and still the mouth gurgles forth |
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A black matter thick an putrid |
