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Bubonic plague
written by The grey raven11:23 PM 12/17/04Contort and twist and turn and writhe
Quick as a blade and sharp as a scythe
The blood turns black as the moonlit night
You won't win no matter how hard you fight
The buboes swell as they fill with pus
Agonizing pain causes you to cuss
Profanty fills the midnight air
While you are just lying there
Along with the vomit on the floor
Moaning and crying knowing whats in store
Death will come at the blink of an eye
Filled with the tears of blood that you cry |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
Ask anyone who knows me, I have some kinda morbid obsession with the bubonic plague.
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