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Insectine man, carnivore. The shape of us, the conduct of flies |
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All-consuming swarm in inconspicuous disguise |
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Bloodseeking, parasitic. Ecstatically tracing decay |
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Thriving in the glow that death emits, the warm perfume it radiates |
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Revolting conformity. Hive mind unity |
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Excitedly their madness grind, aroused by vile ambition |
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At the sickly sweet promise of decomposition |
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Deliriously ingesting. Liquefied ruin absorbed |
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Innocence devoured by the elated horde |
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They are us, let's not even pretend |
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Aroused and frenzied they scurry, encircling death |
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A vile swarm awaiting the final breath |
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Myriad eyes visualizing the end |
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Blackened skies. Rabid heavens descend |
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On the bereft, unforgivingly |
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Precious life debased. Our dipteran legacy embraced |
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Crack the shell. Ascend the sky |
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Rise, extend your palpitating wings |
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Crack the shell. Ascend the sky |
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Fly you disgraceful wretched things |
