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pustule
On my heart as it decays
You're the stench of evil
Clinging to my every dyin’ day

You're the melody in every song (You're the harmony in every

and bricks
Dead smells, caramels
Oranges, glazed bread, severed head
Blood red pustules, left side of the tongue
Drop out in it

Dissemination
Fossilization
Replicate

Bloodstained black I seem to leak pustule skin
Tearing all my kin asunder reveals
Screams of agony give me a big toothed

of the dead

Entrails burst from cavernous tombs
as the dead feast on viscera
Pustules evacuate

Entwined in Mortality

a deep breath
Bathe in your fucking death
Pustules on my body, burnt
Exploding by the fire
Can not be
Can not breath
Can not bear
And over again
The earth

The blood
It pools around the puncture marks in the skin
A gown of pustules and crutches and shame

Feed me all of your problems
And tell me

the maggots from our flesh
Like tiny poison pustules
Abandon all decorum
Boil us down to our essentials
We're all just carbon, water
Starlight, oxygen

on my dress extend to the pustules of my arms,
I promised myself…
For this is my bread, which shall be devoured by them,
I promised myself…
Because these

the fire
But I'm not a demon either
So don't cast me your pariah
We're suspended in this cytoplasm 
Strawberries and cream
Inside out we're scarlet pustules

of Seven
God of Seven
Back and forth sway my brothers, green and torn
Pustules greet me blessing my new form
Concoctions fill me, both by blood and air

festered midst the colony
A pustule of apostasy

In search of hearth and haven
They scoured this system of solar twins
And the foreign worlds within
Each one

singing

On the eighty eighth floor Gemini Lounge fall drop
Like the opening scene to Casino pustule gore

Labels on the table lets do this thing rock

a mule
Live lizard gizzards and a pustule too
A pound of meat from sources unknown
Scraped from an old femur bone
Turn up the heat just how he likes it

Breach the pustules and the bark
Haralds horn bellows hark
To the core the beautiful city brings
A testament to the shattering
Oh I wish Alexander

regard pitbull
J'préfère rester dans ma bulle !

Des pendus funambules
Des cadavres des pustules
Des p'tite filles qu'on encule
J'préfère rester dans ma

maw becomes a wound
I gnaw this flaking, pustule flesh
My body shakes as this disease consumes my mind, my soul, my breath

These sights are more

l’employé du mat
Le corps placardé sur une croix
Sur moi

J’irai le corps couvert de mailles
Des pustules qui s’écaillent
Livrer bataille
À la bêtise qui

corrupting
Pustules around his lips a pussy bitch
No mate not looking for kids
Christian Chris Hansen see candles
No one rides across the vines
Can't find

moisture of flesh
Unrelenting in its carnal ferocity

I bathe in that grasp
To assimilate the swarm of fealty
And rape the unwilling pustule of god
Unto me,

they love you
Abstract off the wall like stucco

Popping like a pustule
Throw up shit I juggle
Surround you no huddle
Pieces to your puzzle
More pieces

uses 

Graven goulash, make it posh 
Sanguine souffle, morbid maître d' 

Gutted entrails brewing choice cuts 
Ruptured pustules spewing 
Immature

the bloodied face
Rotting hands tear them down, crafting demise

Axes and swords taking their toll
Bodies convulse in their terrible death throes
Pustules

Burnt soil

Gold skies

Mortal plight

Sanguine ocean

Bones on trial

Refuse to move

Suicidal

cm I too high

cm I too high

Social pustule

Scratch

tearful pustules
Distressed in the dread of a ravenous laughter.

Behind the golden veil of beauty covertly hidden,
A sinister track hints the guttural