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Vaginal Mold Inhalation
by Anal Exorcism
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What is that illustrious scent
Clearing my sinuses
Endowing me with curiosity
To find its source I am compelled
Exploring furiously
In this swamp of cadavers
Could it be my own decomposing meat
Perhaps the sewage-encrusted
Fetus getting closer
My eyes trace the umbilical cord
To the source of all disgust
Still gleaming with mucus
The canal now barricaded with obsidian growth
The soil-colored river of discharge yet flows
Into the ocean of the bloodless
Inhaling deep
Taking in each subtlety
The fragrant genitalia call to me
My compass
In this convoluted bog of death
Guiding me towards enlightenment
Over the horizon I see the dawn of damnation
As I wade through the garden of decomposition
The fumes permeate my consciousness
Influencing my every thought
Cursed with introspection
This is our existence arrogance
The true Son of Man
Made to suffer on behalf
Of each sack of disease
A shared ignorance
Seven-billion strong
Alone I must trudge on
The product of humanity
Of humanity
What is that illustrious scent
Clearing my sinuses
Endowing me with curiosity
To find its source I am compelled
Exploring furiously
In this swamp of cadavers
Could it be my own decomposing meat
Perhaps the sewage-encrusted
Fetus getting closer
My eyes trace the umbilical cord
To the source of all disgust
Still gleaming with mucus
The canal now barricaded with obsidian growth
The soil-colored river of discharge yet flows
Into the ocean of the bloodless
Inhaling deep
Taking in each subtlety
The fragrant genitalia call to me
My compass
In this convoluted bog of death
Guiding me towards enlightenment
Over the horizon I see the dawn of damnation
As I wade through the garden of decomposition
The fumes permeate my consciousness
Influencing my every thought
Cursed with introspection
This is our existence arrogance
The true Son of Man
Made to suffer on behalf
Of each sack of disease
A shared ignorance
Seven-billion strong
Alone I must trudge on
The product of humanity
Of humanity
