The Plague

A force of malice and misintent engulfs the land
Hidden from prying eyes by vermin through contraband
From the vermin's hair, they travel through the filthy air
Filling me with prodigious amount of my own share

Of seeing an entourage of decaying corpses
Making my line of work think about what remorse is
Death takes everyone saint, sinner, or even astray
Serfs die, while the nobility lock themselves away

Yet I am here, without a sliver of doubt nor fear
Nothing but a doctor shrouded by rumors to hear
People chatter that this is a punishment by God
Driving and drowning their sanity into the mud

Some walk around preaching and waling, "The end is nigh!"
"This horseman was sent by the one who dwells in the sky!"
Nothing but lunatics preaching their beliefs to me
"Surrender now to the disease so that God may love thee"

House to house I traveled until I reached this old hag
She died so I left her home, then I started to lag
As I walked, he walked beside me, but I did not fret
I asked then he replied, "I am not here for you yet"

I took the gloves off to see the disease on my hand
 A force of malice and misintent engulfs the land