Vermicide

There with them is error
 We are sacrosanct
 A taunting of ravens to you
 My swarms have fit the holster
 My faith burnt every house
 Like no other manger
 I am emptier with doubt
 Bare them
 Sevens
 Three to a pall
 Marks the
 Venom
 Lush and terminal
 Bare them
 Sevens
 Three to a pall
 Marks the
 Venom
 Lush and terminal
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 When I became your larvae
 You fed me from your plates
 Now my slouch is nervous
 Sinking by the face
 Wrinkled by this gravel
 Skinless trace of time
 Wear your cobwebs proudly
 In your cheap and brittle sight
 My glands emit this carnage
 These pews bend back your knees
 That uniform it wears you
 When the ultimatum pleads
 Bare them
 Sevens
 Three to a pall
 Marks the
 Venom
 Lush and terminal
 Bare them
 Sevens
 Three to a pall
 Marks the
 Venom
 Lush and terminal
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 That cesspool it becomes you
 Just north of the eyebrows
 Squat the hole for a pucker
 When the rations go blonde
 The salted stitch is patient
 Waiting to engulf
 There is plasma from this hoax
 Pretending to be us
 Embalming all the fluids I must, I must
 I prefer to burn it I must, I must
 Embalming all the fluids I must, I must
 I prefer to burn it I must, I must
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 Bare them
 Sevens
 Three to a pall
 Marks the
 Venom
 Lush and terminal
 Bare them
 Sevens
 Three to a pall
 Marks the
 Venom
 Lush and terminal