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Rottting flesh, putrid smoke
These are the things that make me choke
I see the meat slide from the bone
Then I wish i was back home
I heard the truth, but thought it lies
Until the day I was said to die
I was scornful, hateful, unrepentant
even when the Mariners won the penent
I chose the path of murder, death
Now I have boils on my flesh
So listen now, heed my words
follow God or be eaten by birds
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