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The distant whispers

The strident lamentations

A plight of unknown men

A burden of the frail

Crying out

It came to these shores

This emissary of blight

I saw the death outside my door

I heard the cries and felt the shame

I could never have conceived

That fate would draw my name

This breath is not my breath

Drawn of borrowed time

This blood a poisoned well

I am the ruiner

…and the ruined

Excruciation

A chorus of disease

I saw the death that lay in store

I let the cries and felt the pain

I could never have conceived

That fate would draw my name

This breath is not my breath

Drawn of borrowed time

This blood a poisoned well

I am the ruiner

…and the ruined