Freshly Decomposed
Doctor Gore
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Bodies start to rot, as I feast on them.
Devouring these faceless figures.
I'm eating away their viginal skin.
Sinking my teeth in their rotting cranium.
The air reeks malodorous.
Why do these urges only come at night?
I must take their lives. Limbs start to rip apart.
I am the juggernaut.
I am the maggot that feasts on you.
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