A valley of rot and plague,
makes me hold my breath,
till light headed visions drain.
Eyes dead. Their words.
Transmissions garbled.
Rot and decay bring,
clean bright death.
Falling into a creeping light.
Must run!
Communicable mediocrity.
Their rot!
Their filth!
Look in to hallow eyes.
See empty shells!
Run from the plague!
Run!
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