Dance with the possibility of disease,
Validate your health when called by him
Who is the doctor, the doctor of healing.
To establish this is nearly the success
Of a lifetime, of lances and arrows
In need of war and battle.
You are lacking proof of the war
Plaguing the world, the war is where?
It may be hidden or it may be lost
By the side who fought so many wars.
Disease was the obstacle of peace,
Illness has brought us to corruption.
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