| The rabble made sick by infection so quick and left anemic
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| Aided by pests, the skin is made wet
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| With fever and sweat
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| Abdominal pain 'cause the sphincter is strained
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| And they’re driven insane
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| Blood is expelled while bubbles all swell
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| It’s bacterial hell
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| Ensconce yourself in quarantine
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| Sanctuary for the people of means
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| No escaping, no delaying, no refraining
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| The red death
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| No forestalling, no stonewalling, no mothballing
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| The red death
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| Extremities rot from gangrenous clots and odious snots
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| Choking up bile and other tastes vile
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| The tongue is defiled
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| Torment is felt, covered in welts
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| As their guts melt
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| Bloodied sputum and fingers all numb
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| All will succumb
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| Blue bloods in isolation
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| Preserved from contamination
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| No escaping, no delaying, no refraining
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| The red death
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| No forestalling, no stonewalling, no mothballing
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| The red death
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| Capitulate to plague by degrees
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| Affluenza of filth and disease
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| No escaping, no delaying, no refraining
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| The red death
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| No forestalling, no stonewalling, no mothballing
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| The red death |