Lauren Becker

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The Black Death

I cling to mommy's finger tips
As I lay dying
The church steps are filled to the brim with the stench of corpse
Come risiedo nella morte

Bright colored flowers are tucked behind Momma's ears
She says it keeps the stench away
I cross myself to bless the dead
Pouring out of the earth
Come risiedo nella morte

Our father who have ignored us
Tainted be thy name
Thy dead is burned
Thou scourged the earth
And thereare no gates to heaven
Give us this day suffer alone
As you sit in your twisted castle
Momma grabs my hand to pray,
Come risiedo ...

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