One after the other they all dropped dead
Ghosted towns amidst broken worlds
The streets humming of the devil’s tongue
winds whispered of it’s culling spit
Medics wailing of their lost hope
Nations crouching by sacred flame
Hushed murmurs that erupted tales
Of the torn veil on the great wall
The sickened twist from the failed war
A ruse with its rouse for power
Perhaps, a taboo willed so daringly.
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