Villages died without survivors
Death erupts in my eyes
The cattle roam, aimlessly
Across the countryside
Crops rot in fields
For lack of hands to reap
The dead are thrown over Christian walls
And lie in crumpled heaps
In transit, plague is held by mist
This hellish deed, now they have kissed
Where bodies fall in faith defeat
The sacred ruin of silent street
I'm overwhelmed by notion, my story thus unfolds
I gaze upon the obituary, a scroll to disenshroud
Morbidity of centuries was never tolled
This pestilence manifested under a vanquished Lord
To the sounds of solemn prayer
The death bringers they came
Unfortunate laws of nature, leave us naked in the rain
No words of spells or act of strength
Could lift the damned nor sway the stench
Little comfort for mind or soul, in an era so surreal
A place I dream, a mortal trace
Calls from the dark, I see a face
It's pain, it's fear, without a doubt
I learn the past, it's reaching out
Rats run wild onto the street
Strong escape, sick cleansed by heat
Urban fire burns to the ground
The hand of fate spreads through the town
In light, things bear fruit and thrive
In darkness, decay and die
Remember to retain insight
What use are the lords of light?
White souls you'll burn

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