Plague
My forty-sixth dark poem in the series inspired by Dharrsheena
By Mike Singleton π Mikeydred Published 4 years ago β’ 1 min read

This is my forty-sixth dark poem in the series inspired by Dharrsheena.
The music is "The Plague" by Scott Walker
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You Can Never Escape It
Because You Are Infected
Yet Another Plague Victim
Your Body Is Infested
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Your Putrid Flesh Starts To Rot
Bones So Brittle Soon Will Break
Cannot Move, Your Mind Forgot
The Plague Soon Your Life Will Take
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Your Flesh Black, Bruised And Blistered
Your Heart Will No Longer Beat
Your Body Frail And Withered
Will Be Meat For Rats To Feast
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Death Will Be A Sweet Relief
Plague Doctor Pulls Your Gold Teeth
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