No One Is Healthy

Life is a terminal illness, Death Rate 100% …

Blackened Lungs twitch of nervousness, a nurses wrist, purged and slit, keeps gorging organs on bloody surfaces, we thirst and spit, in the faces of earth and crypt, life is a medium of worthlessness, where everyone I see is hurt within, and they cant breathe or sneeze without being Cursed again! Their sores pour constant, the toxins in vomit, soak through the boards in their floors while their choking is violent! Their throats are embalmed wit, mucus and puss, that oozes and thrusts, their goo through your ducts, till your jaws permanently open from puking it up! And as you move through and touch, the juice from your guts, you collapse on the food that you chewed up for lunch!, And as soon as your up, you feel crude and abrupt, and sucked in those fluids, the instant, you realize your sickness, your mind, and your wounds ….self inflicted…