The lingering scirrhous 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 spumescent of stale pus stinks like hot, putrid vomit
Your body is indurate ihe insides are black as tar
Your innards gnawed by septic hate now a mass of empyema
Your blood is caked dried and inconsistent
Your bloody rotten gore is now vitrescent
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