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» Poem: The Pestilence
The Pestilence
written by sevenist_wanderer
04:53 AM 3/22/05
there is a darkness upon the lands,
One that kills every living thing around it,
It leaves naught but a cold grey graveyard,
A necropolis where nothing can live,
It takes all that is good and turns it to evil,
It takes all that is evil, and amplifies it,
There is one cure for this plague,
The cure is human blood,
For humans are the plague,
Let them burn in their lust.


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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
okay...don't think I'm crazy.

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