All but gone, the impure flesh, the cause of the spreading disease.
Infected by life, Now ceased to exist, you’re pure now a treasure to see.
Your flesh is the earths, a beauty behold, a purity gained via hate.
As flesh is consumed, by all creatures to, they carry away sins fate.
Stench of impurity is all around. Feelings compelling me. Flesh in the ground

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