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A little phlegm goes a long way

Says the worm to his putrid self

Shriveled, limp and limbless

On and on he drones

So runs the phlegm, slowly

And it never dries up, mephitic

Nauseating, sickening, you strike from a distance

Filthy coward, gutless, stuck to the ground

Skyless realm of mediocrity

Flat world of utter morass, laughably trapped

A little frustration goes a long way

Says the beetle to his blackened self

Glutton for excrements

Fiend for filth and tar

Nourished by the waste of others

Gutter-licker, sour and acrid

Nauseating, sickening, you strike from a distance

Filthy coward, gutless, stuck to the ground

Skyless realm of mediocrity

Flat world of utter morass, laughably trapped

And yet you dare blabber, spit at my face

Relentlessly, always hiding behind my back

Out of reach, down below so below

I feel a sting but I can’t see you, vermin

Such a ridiculous sting, strengthless

Alone it bothers me not, I hardly notice it

But the accumulation triggers the pain

Enough is enough, I shan’t tolerate this anymore

I’ve been through too much, endured for too long

The countless army of vermin, anonymous and secure

One minuscule spurt after the other

Forming an ocean of unbearable foulness

A microbe’s bite, impossible to feel on its own

Repeated a million times, turning into an atrocious Leviathan of spite and envy

A megalopolis of cowardice, towering high in the crimson sky of my harassed soul

Now rise, on your feet, face me, brace yourself

The time has come, your day of Reckoning

Review your choices, smell your own trail of filth

I am the Judge, the Jury and the Executioner

And I’m so eager to pronounce and enforce the sentence

I hereby declare thee guilty of gutlessness

Exposed, revealed, naked and frail

I am seizing you, garroting your throat

Mouth agape, your eyes staring in terror

Wet, crimson and bulging, veins-riddled

The time has come and you know it

Yeah your time has come and you know it!

Lo and behold, it is swelling: your tongue!

It is mine, oh yes, it is thoroughly mine

I plunge my claw in your gaping mouth

And I pluck your tongue out, your blood gushing forth

Transparent, lukewarm and fluid

Then I vomit back your bile in your mouth

Finally I clamp it shut for good

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