The Great Mortality

Passing by closed doors
No sounds but crying
These are our chores
Accompanying the dying

Dressed in black we are
Pestilence our vanguard
Truly bizarre
Our sanity's beyond scarred

Rods and beaks, our only shield
Funeral pyres light our was
Death reaps this forsaken field
Then sows only dismay

Hear the devils cheers
Everyone's doomed in this trial
No need to waste your tears
You'll join them in a while

Heavenly decree
Holocaust divine
Anno Domini
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