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Phalanx Of Plagues ( Part Two )

What looked like pimples turned into massive boils. The distortion of skin that made people look like monsters. Lives are tainted as their physical health become spoiled. The agony of the pain that put people in an insanic wonder.
The skies darkened lightly as a coming of a destructive hailstorm beats down profusely. Sounding like an eradic drum solo. The strongest structures are beaten to a pulp as the fortresses fall loosely. Piles of white spherical balls so thick that no one could swallow.
Then the invasion of locusts scatter throughout the land. Finishing off the greenery in one clean swipe. Nowhere is a helping hand. None escaping these tortures, people of all types. Impossible to stand.
Now, the skies darkened completely as it looks like midnight at noon. Blackness for days and days. Not even the light of the moon. Confusion looms forth as a confounding haze. Only living on the hope that this will end soon.
Finally, the last phase came leaving mothers screaming and crying. Tears overpower their eyes. Firstborn sons were dying. All of this over being stubborn and proud with an infinity of lies.
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