Pestilence Chronic Infection
Forced isolation in centuries of disgust Disease of the soul, living lives which rae lost Muddled identities, living out days Scaring it`s victims, a formless face Respiratory skin eruptions With protrudes eyes they see How facial features are rotting away Mutilating, endlessly Trapped, seperated from humanity Epidemic, fatal destiny A foul oudor from gangrenous parts Incurable sick they`ll be Pain and suffering will stay Bodies slowly will decay Unable tp provide curative treatment Sudden death, morbidity High, raise plague mortality Corpses putrify horribly territories in drearyness Neglected fields in what you see people escaped this unpredictable reality Loss of men accelerates laicization of society Extiraple indiscriminately Bodies of the dead decayed where they had breathed last Filled with fear, death is near belonging to the past Thousands of man put away in isolation Suffered from the chronic infection
