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The necrotizing fasciitis eats away

at my flesh;

very soon there will be nothing left of me,

These Bones exposed;

you see what I am really am underneath;

just a corpse needing to be freed

I await my day of death with eagerness;

and to be free of this pain at last,

Ready to go before the mast

on the ship of eternity,

I walk the plank and join the abyss