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DECADENCEFirst, the stingin your nose.Then in your eyes,a furnace flaredTo hollowyour face.Flies aboveyour empty sockets.Maggots made your skin split...
To allow silenceTo admit in ourselvesAlways movingJust pastSenses; the darknessWhat swallows usWholeAnd we live amongstWhat lives amongst usThese grim..
Dogs never worry, their minds are simpleBut there are some who have no mindsThey once were there,Now melted away by the sick, boiling, masochistic kno..