dirty wounds in your flesh,
old and opened always,
your clothes, drenched by festering blood,
your body, signed by disgust
worms feast on your body
when you're still alive,
maggots and little flys,
a festival of insects
they consume, you cry,
death is no more far away,
you will be half eaten
before you die
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