The lingering scirrhus begins to harden As the insides fall prey to
putrefaction Rotting tissue turns to mush and pulp As your mind is torn
by encephalitis Your cavities rot with ulcers Your infected inflammations
torn Your gizzards eaten by incursive decay You're infernally rotten to
the gore... Juices digested from each pus-swollen pore Insatiable hunger
as I feast on the gore Nothing gives me greater pleasure Than a bowlful
of chyme Maggot infested kidneys Are what I choose every time The
smell of plaguing infection Is nauseatingly emetic Prolonged spumescence
of stale pus Stinks like hot, putrid vomit Your body is indurate The
insides are black as tar Your innards gnawed by septic hate Now a mass of
empyaema Your blood is caked Dried and inconsistent Your bloody rotten
gore Is now vitrescent
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