What was once water is now pools of dark blood. The first plague in a country of an anarchic rebellion. Panic consuming as a massive flood. Nowhere can anyone find a bellman.
One little frog jumping around and it seemed so cute. Turning into a few that was a little annoying. Then came the mass of croaks that made the thoughts mute. All of the agricultural they were destroying.
Running around like maniacs. The only thing to eat was rice. People screaming and scratching to the max. A massive amount of lice. Clawing into their own skins like a personal sacrifice.
Out in the distance you can hear all of the cries. Dark masses moving. A hailstorm of flies. The buzzing consuming. All the cattle has died. No market places with buyers looming. Sanity is fried.
People fall dying from diseases unknown. Wrinkles on the skin. Disintegrating bones. No more are the smiles or the grins. A safe place is not home. No one cares who wins. Just wanting to die alone.
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