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I drink from the fountain of decrepitude

Bathe in a river of rot

I crawl with the worms in feculence

And lay in the bowels of smut

I gorge at the sewers of degeneracy

Where disease perpetually grow

I wallow in the trenches of putridity

Where pestilent winds ever blow

Weaving mists of tainting death

There's morbid spells upon my breath

I come from the graves of bereavement

Death roams on my trail

I wield upon the throne of the ineffable

Oppress at the grasp of your bane

I am the thoughts that disturb

Through the weakening

The vomit that crushes the soul

Dismal dreams of loathing

Emerge at the crack of my will

I'm the anchor to oblivion

Molded by wicked disgust

From a hideous scorn