A tumor of mold Inherits you inside Spreads in you Soon to putrefy Convulsion sets in Relentless aggrieve Stench of decay Starts possessing visibility Putrid stench ? Infected body Slowly putrefies Heading for death Flesh turns out to be mold About these symptoms You were never told Decomposed to shreds Bodily debris Coagulated blood, molded flesh Surrounded by disease Recently died But limbs are moving anyway Thoughts have ceased But you scream in hysterical rage
