The Plague
MERCY MAKERS, BLOOD SPILLERS, HEAD COLLECTORS,
ARE KEY FACTORS IN HIS WORK,
RUNNING AROUND DECAPITATING MEN & WOMEN AGING
PAST HALF A CENTURY,
CATCHING EVERY LAST BREATH THEY HAVE LEFT IN A JAR,
SO THEY CAN LISTEN TO THEIR SCREAMS,
WHILE HE GOES TO SLEEP, RIDING ALONGSIDE A RAGE HE RELEASES
EVERY HUNDRED YEARS, FROM HIS DARK DEPTH,
CAGE, TRAVELING LIKE MIST, CHOKING EVERYONE IN IT'S WAY
THE PLAGUE WILL DEVOUR A CITY IN HOURS, A STATE IN DAYS,
A COUNTRY JUST IN A WEEK, A WHOLE ENTIRE CONTINENT WITHIN A MONTH
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