Conjour the vision
or twisted remains
and the great empires
have all fallen to rulns
As I crawl through the remaine
slabs of unburn and entralls
of this curious and instrusive creature
I stop to think
humanity so powerful and
yet not able to keep itself alive
Could you concelve all of my mind's pain
The Age Of Plague
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