What did I do?
It was just one night
Just one night
Of getting laid
Of having my way
But now I have to pay
Pay the greatest price
Of all life
Sure it gives me time
But a quick death would have been a mercy
Now I have to live
A Sword hanging
Over
My
Head
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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...
