The open Wounds I cut, now fester and succumb
To insect infestation, bacterial infiltration
On a micro biotic level, they grow and overtake
A human piece of waste, an experiment of decay
God of the fly, release your seed of filth
To grow and conquer, on death, on myself
Maggots, maggots! On my corpse
Feeding, seeping, pus does flow
Rotten body
The maggots feed and grow, the maggots feed and grow!
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