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The Plague

by Omenopus

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1.
Plague of ten, now as then Saving souls, diggin' holes Plague of nine, yours and mine Counting stars, sharing scars Plague of eight, much too late Plague of seven, what we're given Lay it low, much too slow Plague of six, in the mix Take it back, burnt and black Turn to dust, as we must Plague of five, still alive Light the dark, with that spark Plague of four, please no more Not our turn, we can learn Plague of three, set us free Forgive, forget, what we said Plague of two, me and you Are the key, you and me Plague of one, just begun Breaking rules, silly fools
2.
Plague of fire Plague of freedom Plague of hate Plague of Styx Plague of heaven Plague of those who say no Plague of fire Plague of love Plague of hate Much too late Plague of me Plague of you Plague of you Plague of me Wait and see
3.
So quiet are the days Of tomorrow sleeping The hours I follow backward The trail of my future decay So quiet are the hours of my dreaming My dreaming days Sleeping hours, day by day Laced with wings of solitude Dusty sprinkles spawn a multitude Tock-ticking Laced with wings of solitude Dusty sprinkles lightly spear, a multitude Tick-tocking So quiet are the hours So lonely the days (sleeping) So violent, so harsh are the nights All my dreaming days Can I turn back time? Can I change your mind? Should I watch you take, what should be mine?
4.
Adieu, farewell Earth's bliss This world uncertain is Fond are life's lustful joys Death proves them all but toys None from his darts can fly I am sick, I must die Rich men, trust not in wealth Gold cannot buy you health Physic himself must fade All things to end are made The plague full swift goes by I am sick, I must die Beauty is but a flower Which wrinkles will devour Brightness falls from the air Queens have died young and fair Dust hath closed Helen's eye I am sick, I must die Strength stoops unto the grave Worms feed on Hector brave Swords may not fight with fate Earth still holds ope her gate Come, come! The bells do cry I am sick, I must die Lord, have mercy on us! Wit with his wantonness Tasteth death's bitterness Hell's executioner Hath no ears for to hear What vain art can reply I am sick, I must die Lord, have mercy on us! Haste therefore each degree To welcome destiny Heaven is our heritage Earth but a player's stage Mount we unto the sky I am sick, I must die (Thomas Nashe - 1592)

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released May 1, 2012

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