The plague that is all around but never affects,
A plague that you cannot detect!
Not like the plague from many moons past,
but don't cross its path. You may not last!
It creeps all around but waits for its time,
Till death do us part, oh that cliche line!
With ashen wings and scythe in hand,
It watches all when death demands!
You can't run, you can't hide,
Soon you'll be pumped with formaldehyde!
Let rigor mortis set and decay so vague
You belong to death, the ever looming Black Plague!
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