Noxious boils plague once fair skin
A sickly green hue tainting pale flesh
Boils erupting on this diseased hide
This unclean mass called Pestilence
Sitting upon a similarly repulsive horse
Bloated fingers hold a staff
Pox ridden men follow wailing
Suffering from their disease
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