Literature
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Devastation paved the road,
Back where I had thrived.
Leaving no man, wife or child,
In my wake alive.
Hitching a ride on floating planks,
I crossed many seas.
Bringing forth judgement day,
In the jaws of foreign fleas.
How fun it was to watch,
My masterpiece at play.
Lighting theatre aflame,
In a deadly matinee.
So many speculations,
Though, my origin is vague.
I've been called many names.
One simply known: the plague.
