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Her mouth stands to convey swarms of plague |
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Time slowly corrodes as her jaws have locked into place |
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At the grips of her own hands |
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This woman carries her victims to their passing |
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They hold back tight |
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For when this woman arches back |
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Her skin sheds from her bare limbs |
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Her own flesh begins to pile at her own feet |
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This disease continues to dilate as it immerses through the air |
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She can no longer hide what she is |
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Contamination grows in the town where she lays and sleeps |
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She can no longer hide what she is |
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Her people before her beg only for forgiveness |
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As their flesh begins to peel from their bodies |
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Their flesh pile at their own feet |
