Worm by Justin Thomas Squires

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The envious worm crawls down your flesh to steal your blood as you sweeten it with knowledge and undeniable accomplishments. As it leaches away the pure blood, your accomplishments of life and haven pull away and turn vain. This capsizes the boat that drifts along the rivers of hell, and you fall in the lake of torment. Struggling with words and breath for demons rape your soul as one. They take away all you have created and all you know. Every one you see is destroyed from this.

-Justin Thomas Squires
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