A Plague
This place forsaken,
These shadows weighing upon the crust of the earth.
The agonized met by the savior of their predecessors,
Who's decaying kiss lay fresh upon seven blessed arrows.
The savior calls to the silence, beckoning eternity's arrival,
life's departure.
Souls tortured by a savior's stain;
The savior beckoned the rise of a Saint.
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