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Dressed for death act one - the spinning plague doctors

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Dressed for death act one - the spinning plague doctors

Because of sin death enter in 																	Wearing dark wide brim with long blackened coat   														tucked behind crow faced with red evil eyes 															The apple of amber will not keep this doctor away															saw bones bearing a hatchet coming with sweet sachet in beak														for dwelling among the dead the living they should seek														sown in the mouth teaching for to kill and not to heal          													follies follow their wisdom dead flies of the apothecaries ointment 													 Prideful yet they know once to die then the appointment											         			false prophecies of their own making stink to sweet 														supposing double winding serpent would treat  														stenching gray amber the amulet of pomander															wand in hand resisting as Jannes and Jambers															lying healers foaming shame of whales vexed															holding sick at bay while death has its way															black to the shoes the wading death a plague                                                       										so called great men of the earth only deceive   															 taking honor from God with their sorceries                                                           										They to false gods have sown to woes their own                                                         				                               				as the Hippocratic oath they swore															climbing the back of the great whore															hardened hearts whence came the obstruction                                                                                                      						the spirit of egypt pillars of destruction    	                                                                                                                                                                  		Alas dying sinner there is a cure for death

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