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(by Schirenc) |
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The nightmare started just some weeks ago |
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now I'm almost dead and nearly decomposed |
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first there was only this itching under my skin |
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suddenly the vesicular eruption appeared |
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nodular exrescences spread over my face |
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countless harden bloodclots plug the veins |
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unstoppable the death tissue proceed |
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no medicine can away my pain, death is what I need |
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glandular abscesses inside of me |
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let the digestive system refuse to work |
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my body performs wild contortions |
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because the pain increases every hour |
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the gastric mucous membrane is even destroyed |
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and it's acid corrodes me inside |
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my fingers claw into my putrescent flesh |
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and leave me behind suppurated sores |
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just let me rot |
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if only I could I'd make my sorrow and end |
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but I am already too weak to move |
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so I'm just lying in my own secretions |
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and wait till my body has liquyfied |
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I'm not able to stand up and get me some food |
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therefor I have to eat my defecation |
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hopefully I will be delivered soon |
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I don't want compassion just let me rot |
