.You contaminate my blood
Now Iâm not half the man I was
Not beast nor fiend have you made me simply a malady, an odious reek
Iâve grown accustomed to the low-hanging fruit and the delight of my descent
If thereâs nothing left but this creeping death then, old friend, extend.
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