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A slow crawl

Into the hole

This beast craves your flesh not your soul

A slithering twist

And it is inside

This beast will feed even though you have not yet died

Hordes of the crawling

Come to feast

Your body is now an amusement park

These visitors

Will stay to play

And wonet even leave after dark

As the maggots gather

You know your end is near

As the maggots crawl inside

To die is no longer your biggest fear