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Dying is Easy

Try breath the air that’s tainted death, the chemicals that stop the breath.

Your skin turns pale, your lungs do swell, with last of air, inhale, expel.

Eyes pour blood, the skin peels down, your follicles leave burning crown.

As pores explode, and lungs expand, you fall amongst the golden sand.

Death is not far, the reaper calls, your entrails swell, the stomach pulls.

Inside exceeds internal mass, inhale once more the killer gas.

You claw along one last repose; sweat of blood expels the nose.

Expand the brain, explode the head, you’ve peace at last, finally dead!!!!

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