That child
Your child
Your son
Your daughter
Dead
It starts with a feve
rA simple fever
To be shaken off at will
But by the time you do
He
She
Is dead
Don't they all start small at first; simple?
All of them
The greatest curse
The curse of all
Life on Earth
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Pestilence
PoetryA collection of poems about the true horror of many deadly diseases and disorders spawned from the depths of jungles around the world. Pestilence investigates plagues from bygone days such as Black Death which ravaged Europe from 1330 B.C. to 1600 B...
