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The blackest of organs lying on the floor throbbing and glistening full of deep bitter wants |
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Dirty blood trickles gushes then torrents flow down to the gutter where nobody knows |
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It clots and hardens under the weight of these mouldy truths |
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Crawling down its black throat |
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All mangled and devastated |
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It festers and decomposes |
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Colourless odourless |
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Without nourishment |
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Its taking hold the pain the narcotic |
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Cutting through the spleen |
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Severing devouring everything |
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The pain of it ploughs me over |
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Frothing heaving sucking the air from my lungs |
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A shelter for maggots |
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Intoxicated rancid distorted sleep the worm vomits vats of despair |
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Twisting shapes from thin air |
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Damaged cells lying everywhere |
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Crawling down its black throat |
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All mangled and devastated |
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It festers and decomposes |
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Colourless odourless |
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Without nourishment |
