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the air is thick with

With the stench of rot

The streets are empty

Like a rotten corpse

The atmosphere of decay

is everywhere it feels like

A graveyard deep in your dreams

this world is rotten

and all I breathe is death

look at the stealth

and sing the spirit names

you will know death

far beyond obscurity

in a world full of death

let the pestilence fill your lungs