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Scythe
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Sparing none,
It spread far and wide,
Embracing its victims with a death's grip.
And letting no one slip
Muted screams crowded the street
The smell of illness, sickly...
Sparing none,
It spread far and wide,
Embracing its victims with a death's grip.
And letting no one slip
Muted screams crowded the street
The smell of illness, sickly...
