Putrefying gases rise to the shore
Before the first flies arrive
A body decaying, a feast for another beast
Falling into ashes of progression
Our cleansed hands create an image of succession
This overwhelms me and entraps me inot a world of fabricated minds
Our sense of pride withers away with each imported idea (of faith)
You are just ignorant to the cure to save yourself
Devouring the hearts of the innocent
They drown in infected blood
Prosecuting the past while corrupting their future
Removing infected flesh from the dead
Escaping the idea of a happy ending
This is my advice to you
Why dont you kill yourself?
To prevent further disease

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