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Throat shut
Subdermal slithering
Surrounded by Seven Pillars of moving flesh
Enter not with hands unstained
As the Sclera fills with blood
And shivers cross from unnerving to painful
Lungs hard to fill
Coughing up nebulous mucus
Multiple hands covering the face
Forcing it down, in soiled waters
Shutting down all thoughts,
Uttering the last words of inner, frightened monologue
It begins
It has begun.
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