The Plague

The dead are piled up in the streets,
Then buried in unmarked graves.
To stop the plague from spreading.
Bleeding from the eyes,
Complete loss of movement.
Entire cities wiped out.

The plague is spreading,
Our world is ending.
Your blood is boiling,
Soon you will die.
The fever is rising,
Society is dying.
Witness the cleansing of the human race.

The ground is full of corpses,
The remaining must be burnt.
On mas funeral pyres.
The fumes are more than you can stand,
The ashes fill the sky,
Then rain upon the earth.