The open Wounds I cut, now fester and succumb To insect infestation, bacterial infiltration On a micro biotic level, they grow and overtake A human piece of waste, an experiment of decay God of the fly, release your seed of filth To grow and conquer, on death, on myself
Maggots, maggots! On my corpse Feeding, seeping, pus does flow Rotten body
The maggots feed and grow, the maggots feed and grow!