The Black Plague
Prepare for final mass
Blood red die is cast
God will save your soul
Death will take its toll
Slowly you decay
Pain in your dismay
Lymph nodes you despise
Urge to claw your eyes
Medic comes to help you
To amputate his virtue
Blood letting he tries
Let out horrid cries
Vomit up some gore
Most others ignore
Your growing displeasure
And unshapely form
Pus squirts from your eyes
Wish for your demise
Burning rash on your skin
Scratching lets infection in
Boils on your face
Pitiful disgrace
Moaning on your hay bed
Groaning as your knees shred
Family witnesses you die
Empty bed tonight
Thrown in the street
Stepped on by others’ feet
Mocking face of death
Greeting everyone who sees
Kuroi Ro-Zu / The Black Rose (An Author's Guild)
A guild for aspiring author's, poets, writers, and role playing.
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