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usinia pestise

The war wages,
with uneven odds.
An enemy with endless strength,
the thought of victor passes through no mind.
Hopelessly people lay waiting for death,
peasant or noble slaughter is eminent.

The stench reeks,

corpses cover the ground.

Why the death.

Why the pain.

Why the blood stained agony.

Grave becomes a mercy,

sent by god to end the punishment.

Who could kill in such a way,

who could, but Bibonic Plague

 

Author notes

i already said black plague

In a list

my first time, please constuctive cretics are greatly appreciated

    I plan to revise this poem: please leave constructive criticism!
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  • A big ail
    July 8
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    Pretty good,

    but you misspelled Bubonic Plague.


  • gknighton
    July 5
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    there fixe


  • Polaja Greeters member
    July 4
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    Welcome to AllPoetry!

    I like the inspiration that you drew on for this the only suggestion that I would make is to change "corpse" to "corpses" because it would make more sense grammatically - other than that this was an excellent poem

    Welcome to the site, I hope that you enjoy your time here at AllPoetry!


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