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The pungent aroma |
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Of hot, bubbling, molten gristle |
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Blends with the stench of hot, singeing flesh soldered to liquid muscle. |
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As the cornea is pierced and fried sizzling retina |
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Burning and spitting on the now blackened, charred foeva |
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Holes of crumbling carbon are all that are left |
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Charred eye-sockets of hot scorched flesh |
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Fusing symblepharon, your flesh turns into coke |
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Extravasative gunge now black, pungent smoke. |
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Charred eye-sockets - horrifically pernicious |
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Your sight irreparable by your optician |
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Once flowing blood is now dried, resembling black pudding |
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Now all that bleeds is a slow trickle of hot, sticky muscle. |
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The sclera is a lump of carbon burning on smouldering membrane |
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Your eyeballs are blistering, your optic nerves now aflame. |
