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The Last Messenger A dark horse came into view today The rider a skeleton cloaked in grey He scattered seeds of disease, and pestilence Shrieking as he went on his way, Fields were filled with stench laden holes And all around you could hear The screaming of condemned souls The end was surely near The world now in decay rancid blood now filled the streams It was too late to pray The reality of your darkest dreams. TEA BV 3-28-00 |
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