The Plague Poem by Chanyn Fuller
The Plague
She starts her diet
Of spirit and impurity
Striving for Hollywood
And never fulfilling her hunger
Stuck on street corners
Rather then billboards
Counting her lies
Rather her blessings
Pray for this plaque
To cleanse our earth
She brings upon
Our doomsday
She sold her “love”
And now look at her
A slit of her throat
There she lies
Death stands where life was
Rivers overflow with blood
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