Reverend Plague
Dressed in white robes forever,
The reverend is laid into a dark endeavor.
With closed eyes, the young man dies,
Catching the world and his loved ones by surprise.
Such an intricate mind,
Entwined with an everlasting insanity,
Becoming vanity in death, a blinding inhumanity.
And as the white robes cover his face,
He is remembered as a brother we cannot replace,
An eternal grace to our memory,
An undying embrace to our melody.
Death is a reverend plague,
An unclear vague,
Claiming the lives of all that is real,
Concealing the material body a soul leaves behind,
And keeping in memory all of mankind.
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