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Infected wounds, the terror molds

Pus and blood, a foul display

Rotting tissue, necrotic pain

Infected wounds, blood like rain

Rotting flesh, blackened skin, infected wound

Putrid smell, gangrene spreads, no escape

Infected flesh, decay begins

Bacteria feast, the pain within

Tissue dies, a foul embrace

Rotting limbs, a gruesome race

Rotting flesh, a stench so vile

Gangrene spreads, blackened and torn

Life decays, the body’s worn

Putrefied organs, in a festering pile

Rotting flesh, blackened skin

Putrid smell, no escape!