Born from flesh the life is sewn,
Soul is forged the fire it burn,
Mind is plagued by tangled webs,
Growing thicker spawning eggs,
Hatching ideas implant the seed,
Greed is freed it follows need,
Wet the appetite of twisted fervor,
Scurry sick lay simple murmur,
Back to earth as corpse decay,
The wind will blow the dust away
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