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Filled with dread

Buried under bodies. Gasping.

Nostrils overcome with foul reek

Suffocated with death

Asphyxiation seeming imminent. Tearing.

The weight above is lessening

Making my way to the blade



Putrid stench of decomposition fills my lungs

As I see…

As I see the pit

Come to focus

Hellish landscape, as far as is wide

Only one way out

Become one of them

Or lacerate the viscera

Rotting bodies, overcome me

Hacking viscously until I am free

Feet entangled in the mangled

Tripping and ripping through lacerated viscera

Maniacally hacking

Desperate to find my way out

Beneath the skulls cracking

I will not be consumed

Bodies spilling contents

Mutilating and cleaving in two

This all feels too natural

Becoming one with my murderous tools

Trample the dead

Trample the dead

Bodies stacked by the ton

Hack up the dead

Hack up the dead

Grisly scene can’t be undone

Trample the dead

Trample the dead

Rampage with source unknown

Hack up the dead

Hack up the dead

Hacking through flesh and bone

Lacerated viscera

My skin a canvas

This feels too natural

Caked in spatter

This feels too natural

Composition of decomposition

This feels too natural

A monster born from the…

Lacerated viscera