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no use in feeble escape

nowhere to run exists

no matter how far you crawl, this plague is always there

the flesh transforms to boils

open wounds that will not close

maggots arrive to feed and hatch thier putrid spawn

the festering of sores

reduced to a shivering pile

wretched lump of waste

leaving a trail of filth as you slowly slither

the festering of sores

you're nothing but a pile of rot

nothing is left to do

but to be devoured

the festering of sores eats you whole