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
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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!
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