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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required black horsemen came over the hollows and dells no one heard them coming and there was no sign that they had crossed over the hills they come bearing the news of chaos and disease you could hear the bells ring over the hills and far away crying and mourning heard like a whisper wishing it to go away the old and young had it coming and there was no running you no longer see the children at play fathers and mothers are worried sick today but if your not careful you'll get what coming too cause they are coming and they will find you look at your children look what they are going to do if you don't leave them this will be your future too mothers held their daughters and fathers held their sons watching them die in their arms the child, dust and soul, only ash you could feel the tears in the rain feel the parents growing disdain the horsemen slaughtered the children like pigs now the Pasteur just digs and digs now they understood that they needed to run and government came to fall everyone run and pillage the stalls bells of warning rang loudly only the chaos had swept the sound away nobody cared if you fell and cracked like a shell it is just you and the horsemen today there is no running now it is to late you stayed with your children and knew id be coming you should not have tried to run within ten days the deed was done all of them dead with gruesome purple spots on their head the villagers dared not go out not as long as the black horsemen are about people closed their shutters locked their doors there was no compassion not a hint of remorse any sign of it and you were thrown out and the carriage took you to your grave years of living in this brutal way till a shimmer of light lit up the burning, black, and gray welcome to the days of the bubonic plague
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