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Exsanguination of a corpse comes first

The body is far too rigid, and unable to be moved

Laying in the cold dark on a gurney, awaiting analysis

I resist as long as possible; I have waited too long

If I cannot bend this stiff to my will, then I resign to my failure

The boiling water is prepared, add the arms to the boil

Cut

let them soften like pasta

I must look within to find it, that which I desire

Looking for the Worm, the Worm of God

I can hear Him calling me

He yearns to be set free, I must break his chains

Last time I searched for weeks but returned with nothing

Will this time be advantageous for me?

It has been 7 hours boiling in my cauldron

But the voice has gone silent

The Wisdom of the Worm

The Worm of God

Before it fades to nothing

I am closer

Fear grips me as I begin to seek, to find

I hear a whisper, the whisper of the Worm

I desire his secrets

I’ve was trying hard to get inside

But something deep down in you died

Overdose, come back, survive

Breathing but you’re hardly alive

I was to late to retie

The cords of your heart back to mine

We would always pray you’d survive

But what’s the point when your life’s a lie