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Seven years it was

without signs of fear

Only to come back

nothing but crystal clear

Fifteen suns around

fulfilling god’s ways

I curse that bastard to death

Altogether... fuck life

Pharyngitis and fever

slime in throat, aching head

Hallucinating mama’s boy

changing fetal positions

Black smoke that is godly

or the disease itself

The necromancer, abstract

foul shadow that strangles

Will never forgive

will never live

Knives in the skin feel alive

Then a fall in tarantula hive

Searing iron burns in the face

Searing iron burns in the face