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Waterlogging, turning to mud, flooding the crypt full of vermin

Total collapse, turned to a grave, I watch from the outside, seething

Stomping it down, pissing on it, I hope they choke on the backfill

The parasites lay their eggs in your eyes before you even die

Flooding ratholes

I see their ghosts personified in the form of glowing lights

Following me early at dawn as I walk through the fields barefoot

Under my tongue and biting my neck, the scent of mold and rat fur

Nauseating pungent presence, a remnant of obstinate rank

I must flood these poltergeists from my presence

Drowning myself in the toilet to wash the ghosts from my mind

I wrote this in shit on the wall to explain what people find