The infection from within devours your body. Doctors again undertake bloody business. They on pieces cut out your flesh! You groan in terrible torments, the cancer devours you again!
Knowing precisely that you will die soon. You lie, living, and in thoughts a hospice! The terrible state of the body frightens Tears your thoughts, your consciousness!
You as an animal, cut on pieces. Enjoy pain and slowly die! In a hospice delay your tortures! On postdock, for thrills!