The Black Death

Thump, bang, crash
The bodies fall

The sin has come
And consumed all

The black carriers scurry
Through the night
Like a Grim's pet
They snicker in delight

"Sinners will fall"
Is the message sent

That is

Until each pope falls

"This can't be what god has meant."

They know our bodies
Leave us holy
Yet wrought
Tis ailed, diseased

Numbers rise and never drop
Not a soul left behind
Only bodies left behind

The death bell rings

They rot like a ruin
And the boils boil over
And they decay as they lay

Not a soul left to feel the sorrow
No one to feel an ounce

Of dreadful dismay