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heads buried within the clouds, sickening white rotting corpses at your feet maggot infested devouring greyed out dreams, forgotten devolving into this nightmare reality but the dead shall rise from the sea of excrement in which they dwell to claw at your feet scraping tender flesh from polished bone to awaken as you descend to fall to join their ranks screams to choke as the filth fills your lungs drowning incision and separate eye lid from face now you can see but its still too late those below will dismember and pluck your averting eyes from your once crowned skull throw your remains on the heap just another body in the pile of the benighted From Letras Mania