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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I AM PESTILENCE I am a deadly plague devouring all goodness. A cancer spreading through your internals rejoicing in your weaknesses, With my lips of death, I kiss away all that blossoms and it regresses. I come dressed in a dark cloak of the apocalypse ready to drag all that shines and doom it into hades. I bring down acid rain in that fruitful garden in your head. I reign in the kingdom of darkness and shackle all that is light to heed my call. The harder the armies of light shoot me down, the more resilient I become. I draw my powers from the sea of sorrows which harnesses its energy from the rivers of rejection, failure, disappointment and betrayal. I stand on top of a big mountain rock symbolizing my triumph over your fragile world. I have deployed a force of wise-men to study your nature, now I just tap my fingers and all that’s left of your weak soldiers, retreats to what it thinks is a safe base, leaving me to plunder all that you ever held dear, shunning your culture, beliefs and dreams. I have chained your world in my inescapable fortress but have left loopholes for the agents of positivity to come pay you respect and enjoy watching as you effortlessly chase them away because you’re a pathetic weakling. You’ve watched me hail over your neighbouring worlds with famine, yet you think you stand a chance against thee? I am pandemic disease with no cure. I am absolute destruction! I am depression!
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