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bloodflies

September 8, 2026

manumit me from this gyve and the bloodflies from my womb manumit me from this hive and the bloodflies from my womb i cry grume out my eyes as i behold nothing but gloom a crescive evanescence of the lume

manumit me from this gyve and the bloodflies from my womb manumit me from this hive and the bloodflies from my womb they are eating my eyes i am exhumed within and out i belch their eggs out of my mouth

manumit me from this gyve and these bloodfucks from my womb i shit their corpse i piss their blood i vomit their eggs made of love made of love

manumit the bloodflies from me now i'm the one who confines even the nihility confides to me the devourer of radiant light, i