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The Modern Plague


There is a modern plague sweeping our world. It touches every man woman boy and girl.

        It will strike you down at any hour. Anywhere schools, streets, and the highest of towers.

There's no point trying to protect yourself. Because those spreading it won't burn in hell.

              Suffering till the end of time is too sweet for those things.

Those barbarians that give innocent souls their eternal wings.

                   Yes friends we are all together we all have caught the sickness!

But no worries we wil all be in heaven with Jesus as our witness.

                        But will he be there when we arrive?

If he's watching why does he sit  quietly in the sky?

                            Perhaps he's not listening or maybe he's a fake.

Either way just hope you're not there for the next major out break.

                                Of our modern plague.

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