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Maggots writhing inside the skull of another innocent victim and-

Motionless and with a foul stench, the rancid air now fills my lungs

I can't stand the sight of it, it maddens me to no end

Wasted, thrown away

A work of art left in the dirt to be consumed by nature

My empty eyes are gazing upon this Foul Deformation

The clock ticking, corpse decaying

The larvae feasting upon this carrion

A shame that this wasn't my creation

Beautiful. wretched, sadistic methods