VAM

Pestilence in the folds of your heart
Rotting flesh in not so private parts
Keep letting them tear you apart
Crawling in your skin with your own self disgust
Covered in hungry men like locust
Infested with betrayal of your own self respect
So what do you expect
Cause I don't see anything but an insect
Waiting to be swatted lying for someone to dissect
With no treasure inside to speak of
Nothing but bug guts and dark blood
No need to be apologetic
The universe can't apologize for something so pathetic

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