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Inflicted with gang green. Hosting

organisms. Crawling with vermin,

crusted limbs wear thin. Blood flow has

stopped to your legs and arms.

Swelling nubs blister and bruise.

Picket till the meat is raw.

Flies feast on softened flesh, sucking pus

through their probiscus living of your

rotted limbs. Eating the sludge beneath

your skin. Cut off the infected parts

before the infection turns you into slop

just a torso unable to walk.

Crawling with maggots worms and rot.

A limbless corpse is what you'll be

if amputation is not done switfly.

Your reek is obscene. Your dead while living.

Blackened by gang green insects clog your

veins. Poisoned by the rot, franticly hack

and chop swiftly cut off my decayed body parts.