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Tear of this skin

For it is not mine

Pulverize these bones

For I am but dirt

Come enjoy the furnace

Burn baby burn

Nailing down the coffin lid

Closing for the stench

At one with nothing

On knees suffering

Reluctant to life

Condemned to the sickening

In ruin and despair

I revel for him

Drowning slow in vomit

In endless degradation