Plague

The moons shackled; then turns fractal

The Oceans divide, There’s a great fire above us in the sky; The Ancestors sigh.

The mountain screams, Then it explodes at the seams; The deadly steams!

Renewing rain turns to acid; leaves turn brown then go flaccid.

Fat belly’s start to whine, their hunger feeds the crime; atrocity is the new prime.

The ground shutters and shakes, it’s like a chuckle mocking our fate.

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