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The Incinerator

The two of them are in the bathtub
They grope at each other
Their weak, sagging flesh
Stinking gas comes from their genitalia
The water turns black
They kiss
They vomit into each other's mouths
The flesh hangs from their bones as they grab
He grabs at the rotting breast
Come lover, let's go to bed
Spiders crawl out of her snatch
They want to fuck so bad they can taste it in each other's mouths
They are fucking like pigs
They do it with the lights off, so they won't be mutually disgusted by the sight of their flesh
They do it fast to beat the stench that makes both of them gag
Their teeth fall out in each other's mouths
Their saliva is old and it mixes into a putrid paste

Explosions

Napalm

War

Annihilation

Soon they will arrive
Night driven to suicide

Their the voices that speak directly to you
You don't have to like them

They will find you,
and when they do,
you'll be pleading for them to incinerate your life