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The sound of crying mother's holding their dead children, echoing throughout the night.
Coffin's of all shapes and sizes ready to be filled by the black reapers victims.
Panic and disparity ripping through Europe without prejudice.
Stench of rotten flesh and secretions filling the streets and slums.
Who could have seen this black hand of death coming?
God nor man could have killed this creature.
The doctor's of mystery coming to the dying soon disappeared.
Man was almost devoured by this creature but it was no match for the power of time and man.
It lives however, in the under developed parts of the world.
Ready to wrap it's hands around humanity's throat once more.
The great pestilence has never fallen.
Coffin's of all shapes and sizes ready to be filled by the black reapers victims.
Panic and disparity ripping through Europe without prejudice.
Stench of rotten flesh and secretions filling the streets and slums.
Who could have seen this black hand of death coming?
God nor man could have killed this creature.
The doctor's of mystery coming to the dying soon disappeared.
Man was almost devoured by this creature but it was no match for the power of time and man.
It lives however, in the under developed parts of the world.
Ready to wrap it's hands around humanity's throat once more.
The great pestilence has never fallen.
Published 18th Jun 2017
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