Pestilence
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If I were a red light
I'd spread my legs wide to the night
And I know my candle would always throw
It's sweet burning onto the distance
And onto my foes
If I were pestilence
I'd be every fairy tale you may have heard
Of grim reaper's eyes and
Enchanted words
Where your dreams may awaken, may become void or mistaken
Till your peeling skin, your own rotting flesh
Is the only part of you that is left unstirred and unshaken
