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GORED INTO EXISTENCE

IMPIETY SPEWING FROM THE ORIFICE

PEELING THE SKIN BACK

EXPOSING ONLY SKULL

WITH THE DRILL UP TO MY FRONTAL LOBE

CRAVING THE COURAGE TO PLUNGE

"THOUGH HE WERE DEAD, YET SHALL HE LIVE"

EVER SILENT AS THE TOMB

THIS SHALLOW FUCKING GRAVE

REEKS OF SOMETHING ROTTEN

PUTREFACTIONS STARTING...

IN A TEST OF FAITH,

AN IMPASSIONED BLINDING GLARE

CASTS A LIGHT ABOVE ME

DELIVERING ENDLESS HEMORRHAGING

TO ERASE THE PAIN