they have to cut it off
because it's rotting
and the viscera
spewing from it
carries a stench of
Desperation.
they have to sever it
and free my writhing body
of it's bleak and pestilent
corruption,
that oily echoing
of coarse
Lamentations.
they have to cleave it away
so that my mortality
could be postponed
for as long as possible.
My soul.
It must be cut.
It must be severed.
It must be cleaved free of me.
This amputation
is the only thing
that could save
my life...
Mar 19, 2024
Mar 19, 2024 at 5:46 PM UTC
they have to cut it off
because it's rotting
and the viscera
spewing from it
carries a stench of
Desperation.
they have to sever it
and free my writhing body
of it's bleak and pestilent
corruption,
that oily echoing
of coarse
Lamentations.
they have to cleave it away
so that my mortality
could be postponed
for as long as possible.
My soul.
It must be cut.
It must be severed.
It must be cleaved free of me.
This amputation
is the only thing
that could save
my life...
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