Toxoplasma from Walt's Crawlers by Trauma Harness

As he throws out the red meat
They eat it down immediately
Their laughter stirs and combines
flooded with tiny eggs embedded

And they all hatch
Breaking unnoticed
They all harass
Until you can't see
Their motives
Their struggle
Their personality
They join the choir
The infected chorus

Oh, your all just leeches
Oh, your all just preachers

Tox, Tox
Toxoplasma

All the voices join
Swirling together
From various altitudes
They pour outward
From the comfort of their homes
They spew infection
Back on the meat
That they consume again

Oh, your all just leeches
Oh, your all just preachers

Tox, Tox
Toxoplasma

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