Deadly Plague
It has been said in some old marvelous tale,
Some plague invaded the land of the living,
Like an army of the dead,
An unwanted plague, strange and vague.
Upon its midnight invasion,
Fear rush in, it begins,
No voice nor sound is heard,
Grave opens up its mouth.
Now Faith rises like the morning Sun,
We begin to shine leaving all your doubt behind,
Our ghostly fear is now dead,
We can move ahead of this deadly plague.
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