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Dead inside

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Dead inside

Human waste splattered on maw,
ravenous decadent gorge on flesh,
Crushed skull and brain spew, devouring raw,
Intestines ripped, mutilated mess.

Vacant, stench of death & scars,
Barren, mangled scourge in drones,
Midst blood and bone & abondoned cars,
oozing sores, monotonous moans.

Dreary, malformed ghouls in lust,
Scavengers torpid animate the damned,
Wretched limbs torn & still robust,
Malefic puppets infect the land.
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Being Me

Superb write!Β Β 

Malefic puppetsΒ 

I love that description, it is excellent x

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Simon Bromley

Thank you, this is most definitely my genre lol love it.Β  So glad you liked it ?

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Larry Ran

My Dear Friend Simon,

Great trip into underworld.
I once married a "zombie", and she ate me up alive.

All my love,
Larry xxx
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Simon Bromley

Thanks Lisa ? posting my new write and challenge very shortlyΒ 

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Marion

The images you have created here actually put me off my dinner.???..lolΒ 
great stuff ?

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Simon Bromley

Lol thank you always enjoy a tongue tying explosive write.Β 

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