Sawing the seeds of pestilence.
Harvest will storm forth.
Calling to us the wicked.
Bringing the curse upon us.
I am the bearer of the curse.
I am disease’s watchman.
Councilors of the foul illness.
Spreaders of the black death.
Plague - spread my words.
Disease - carry our seed.
Sin - bring those of our’s forth.
Curse - by my guidance.
Forever cursed!
Curse...
We are the cursed kind.
We are the pestilent breed.
Curse be your name!
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