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Death Worm


Your body infected

Invaded by a parasite

In your system, its filth injected

Stealing your will to go on, to fight


Not sure what is going on

Creeping closer to your brain

Memories fading, soon to be gone

Oozing like blood from a lacerated vein


Soon to be one of the demented

Followed by death in agony

Your final few thoughts tormented

Vision dimming, unable to see


Infestation complete, time to die

It is unavoidable don't try to squirm

Body burst apart, spawn in the sky

This is the age of the Death Worm.


©Josh West

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