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For the love of 8-Bit Facing those walls so black, so vile I really am waiting for nothing Coming straight out of something, just killing time Facing those walls so black, so vile insurance.aes256 The open Wounds I cut, now fester and succumb To insect infestation, bacterial infiltration On a micro biotic level, they grow and overtake A human piece of waste, an experiment of decay God of the fly, release your seed of filth To grow and conquer, on death, on myself Maggots, maggots! On my corpse Feeding, seeping, pus does flow Rotten body The maggots feed and grow, the maggots feed and grow!