Plaguer's Voice from Malice by Altered Perceptions

From the warmth of those who remain, searching in the forest of black.
A single leaf into the plain, what will remain ( what will remain)
Expelled ridden with disease for torment, extend the skin fill it gives.

The high born , falling into the dust, eroded once was praised as gods.
The land will swell and repent.
Disease passes through me spreading to all the holy germs.
Life's been wasted that I see.
All hail the divine majesty.
Obey, Followers the plaguer's voice.
Rejoice at dismembered limbs and whimpered noise.

Flesh flaking into the wind, extermination of human life begins.
Infect the first born, skin.
Throw them in the pile,
Ignite and let them crisp
Ashes, and mist.
The limb wrist, those condemned will beg to end existence.
Isolated, soon to be forgotten.

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