Decay

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‪The wind froze all in its place,
as Death lurches forward,‬
‪there is no escape..‬
‪Decay,‬
‪the stench overwhelms..
No escape even for those cowering under ground..‬
The dead have risen,
sinners beware..
They are starving,
for the screams of despair..

- C. Pantoja

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