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- SLOW DEATH
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- by Swamp Rat
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- >>> A CULT Publication......1986 <<<
- -cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc-
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- Imagine if you will...
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- Creeping death, starting at your ears...they ring...and feel numb and then
- fall off like you've got leprosy...you start to bleed from your ear sockets...
- something unseen starts beating your nose into a pulp...then your teeth fall
- out...one by one..gum disease sets in...it spreads...your jaw rots and falls
- off...your shoulders get a 3rd degree sunburn...they peel...your fingers tingle
- ...fingernails turn black...hands turn black...arthritis sets in...can't move
- hands... belly button itches...can't move hands to scratch...leech crawls into
- belly button and starts sucking blood...lice inhabit your pubic hair...a large
- rat starts eating away your dead genitals parts...incredible, delicious pain...
- you still haven't died, lusting for death to take you away...hair on legs falls
- out...toenails are ingrown...big toe starts bleeding and the toenail cuts in so
- deep that it starts splitting your toe...you would scream in agony but your
- tongue has rotted away...athletes foot occurs...you pray to end the torture,
- but you aren't finished yet...your hip dislocates on its own...kneecaps are
- shattered...an ambulance drives by slowly, the driver leans out and laughs at
- you...then drives off...small children play around your dying body...they throw
- pebbles at your decaying carcass...someone drops his Slurpee on your head,
- another relieves his bladder on you...they leave...laughing with disgusting
- playful joy as your private hell continues...the night comes...roaches crawl
- into your ears...you can feel them eat your eardrums out...a racoon nibbles on
- your toes...you feel the vibrations of a fast moving vehicle on the pavement
- behind you, which you can't hear because of the roaches...a toad is crawling
- down your throat...suddenly, your skull is smashed and blood and bits of brain
- material is splatterd and streaked out all over the asphalt as a Z-28 doing
- 110 finishes your slow death as all fades to black. Final peace.
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