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Awakened by the stench of corpses

Smog of rot, a fecal miasma

My limbs are numb, broken, crippled

Mangled in a pit of cadavers

Entangled in intestinal muck

A sewage of putrefaction

Hatched larvae creeps in my sockets

Gargled screams from bloodchunks foaming

Entangled in abdominal guts

Bathing in visceral mud

The grimy taste of maggots in my mouth

As they retch their way up from my bowels

I reach my face through the torsos and the limbs

Is there a surface to this pit?

Corpses keep on falling

Slowly crushed under tons of cadavers

The more psychotic the more that I struggle

There's no escaping my doom

I let the carnage engulf me

And bury me in festering gore

Crushing preassure, the corpse walls are caving

This death is all but silent

Gasping for air only to gasp

The raging flow of maggots and bloodchunks