Are we lying comfortably?
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I hope that you fear not
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Your stay here shall be lengthy
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Depending on just how quickly you rot
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Apply a quicklime mudpack
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Hinder circulation
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Artificially inflicted gangrene
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Hasten the maceration
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Rendered impeccably clean
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Stripped to the ivory core
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The cleansing of your fetid flesh
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Revealing the divine gleam of bone
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Strings of muscle tissue
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Yanked away with ease
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Luckily I removed your tongue
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I'm distracted by agonized screams
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It probably won't hurt too much
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The sedatives will bear you through
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The pain eventually subsides
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When your nerve ends turn to goo
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Bound to be gored
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Intravenously fed
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Destined to rot
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Your skin to be shed
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Trimming off loose sinew
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Your appearance is still a mess
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My psychopedantic maniacal glee
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Matches your distress
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Cleanliness is godliness
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Unbound by rank decay
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I admire your skeletal remains
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As I hose your fetid carrion down the drain
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Decomposer
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| General Surgery |
