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Lurching in my box

Movements not my own

Defiled by their hungry mouths

It's the only real life I seethe

Slowly my insides churn

With their quivering life

My entrails are their nest

Making death a putrid state of unrest

Slowly my insides churn

My surrogate children born

Me providing their first meal

Devouring the last of my corrupted flesh

Burrowing on to find a cadaver that's fresh

Lurching in my box

Movements not my own

Defiled by their hungry mouths

It's the only real life I seethe

Slowly my insides churn

With their quivering life

My entrails are their nest

Making death a putrid state of unrest

Slowly my insides churn