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With rags drenched in the deaths of our own kind |
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A massive tail of rats align our steps behind |
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Scattered crosses in every corner of our eyes |
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While our mouths drown in oceans of swarming flies |
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Black death leprosy slithers on skin |
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Pierced from within |
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Fever grins like a madman's face |
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Ungodly fall from grace |
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Foul rash of agonized bleeding |
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The pulse receding |
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Vultures circle impatiently |
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To carve the flesh from bone fatally |
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Many a moon on, escape from a death so certain |
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The plague breathes down our necks just as sure as night's curtain |
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Trapped to wander this procession of inhumation |
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Our bloodline parched on a cursed road to stagnation |
