Sepsis: Part 1

Thought Riot

Here we come...
We're the poison, your new disease.
Soon you'll be nothing but a cryptic memory.
It's spreading - feel the tendrils icy cold;
Just one more breath is all you'll ever know.
It's spreading, it's spreading,
We're spreading...here we come.

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