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Torturing illusion in my mind
Recurring as I lay here
The tranquil present, it looks so kind
On this bed in this hospital

They rescued me from the hand of death
Stench of excrement, taste of cheesy pus
Rotten carcass still left in my breath
I exhale and bleed the perished soul

Rescued along with the stink and the fetidness
Of humankind, killing me inside out, I was already dead
From my lungs, through the windpipe
I can feel the crushed viscera
Condensed urine, thick excrement, defecated in my mouth

Scenes of those perverts around me
Dreams of what I wish I'd never see
As I lay here recalling them
I start to feel a sense of longing

For something I cannot believe
When disgust becomes a pleasure
When stench becomes a fragrance
All I want is a pleasantness to bleed

Those hours I spent in the dark
Were the best time I ever had
Those torturers were the liberators
The rottenness released me from...
This knotted world!

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