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They slice me open

pealing back my flesh

Not a word is uttered

Putrid stench of Death

I feel the insects crawling

as I cease to exist

I can feel death calling

His breath upon my neck

This is my day of suffering

No hope in sight

no wrong or right

just death at my doorstep

This just cannot cannot end well

your religion is my prison

here it comes I'm ready

my life is in your hands

no god to fear now

or even man

Death comes ripping

leaving nothing behind

no time for feelings

just enjoy the pain