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The pale horse leaves a deathly swathe as through our ranks he ramps and raves. No time to bury the rotting reminders of manky motionless mounds of men Puffed with disease and certain to find us Widespread, worrying, wondering when....
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Feb 4, 2012
Feb 4, 2012 at 8:53 AM UTC
The Plague
The pale horse leaves a deathly swathe as through our ranks he ramps and raves. No time to bury the rotting reminders of manky motionless mounds of men Puffed with disease and certain to find us Widespread, worrying, wondering when....
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Feb 4, 2012
Feb 4, 2012 at 8:53 AM UTC
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