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From the hive of nightmares, bioengineered in sin,
A weapon of the swarm, where horrors begin,
Compact brood nest, teeming with life,
Borer beetles birthed for the slaughtering strife.
Hormone-induced dormancy, they lie in wait,
Till neural impulses force them through the gate,
Electro-chemical shock ignites the fray,
Into the flesh, they tear, decay in dismay.
Pulpa Terebro, the swarm's fury unleashed,
Fleshborer frenzy, no sanctuary, no peace,
Blind harbingers of death, boring through bone,
In the name of the hive, they claim the throne.
Choppy and erratic, like the chittering hive,
Beetles burst forth, ravenous and alive,
Claws scrape and mandibles gnash,
A symphony of death in a relentless clash.
Blind they fly, with purpose divine,
Through armor, through sinew, a brutal line,
Secrete the enzyme, digesting the flesh,
Pulpa Terebro, in the gore they mesh.
Chop! Slash! Bore! Tear!
Gnaw! Crush! Rip! Flare!
Insectoid wrath, a terror supreme,
In the hive's embrace, a waking dream.
Pulpa Terebro, the swarm's fury unleashed,
Fleshborer frenzy, no sanctuary, no peace,
Blind harbingers of death, boring through bone,
In the name of the hive, they claim the throne.
Choppy and erratic, like the chittering hive,
Beetles burst forth, ravenous and alive,
Claws scrape and mandibles gnash,
A symphony of death in a relentless clash
Choppy and erratic, like the chittering hive,
Beetles burst forth, ravenous and alive,
Claws scrape and mandibles gnash,
A symphony of death in a relentless clash
Choppy and erratic, like the chittering hive,
Beetles burst forth, ravenous and alive,
Claws scrape and mandibles gnash,
A symphony of death.
Brood nest pulsates, a heart of dread,
Beetles launch, the swarm is fed,
Blind and frenzied, they seek their prey,
In a shower of gore, they find their way.
Powerful legs propel through the night,
Blindly they bore, an unholy sight,
Life expended in seconds, death so quick,
The Fleshborer’s wrath, a fate so sick.
Fail to penetrate, they die in vain,
But their brothers follow, in relentless pain,
A wave of horror, the swarm consumes,
Pulpa Terebro, in the darkness looms.
Pulpa Terebro
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