My soul is split, half of it taken, Perhaps my blasphemy left me this forsaken, Put in this manner, filled me with dread Half of me rots because I am half dead
Putrefying reek drives me insane, I'm living and deceased, rot seeps into my brain Horrid reality, oh so grim
Current condition caused by God, The living side now must be calmed, I seek a mortician to have the dead half embalmed
I try and walk, the dead half drags Living eye watched as decaying flesh sags, Marked by God, tormented living hell, Begging to die, I can't endure my smell
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