4 acessos
Growing worms fester in recreation
a true living abomination,
crawling with worthlessness,
so fucking frail and weak
To eradicate them all,
the cacoon must be destroyed,
excretion of spewing cells,
harvest within the nest,
slithering in slime aimlessly
until more have exiled,
feasting through every sense of understanding,
they hunger evermore in search of..
And so they remain plagues of our time
An army of maggots,
inferior maggots,
inferior maggots,
replicating and devouring,
in the heart of filth