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Dare we speak, lest our voices be heard above the din of an unnatural birth, a birth of many generations at once and we it's keepers watch this horror from below take form... |
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Dare we say, we consecrate this union of manured flesh upon which boils lester and on opening, the sores reveal "children", umbilical cords receiving liquid filth an act somewhat obscane... |
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And so, slowly they scatter away from their blemished "nests"- oftspring born inside out moist organs adorning breast and torso and from their bowels they nurse... |
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So what purpose would these serve? |
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A creature which mates itself and spawns visceral demons! |
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Dare we say, there's to be a change in the food chain-caveat... |
