The Plague A deadly disease, a painful experience a man lost in a world of sorrow death, he may not escape it nor fight it, the only cure is the sightof death, a dark world of never-ending nightmares, an aching body, a suffering soul, Agony, anguish, grief, torment the words of pain will never end. A cry for help, a cry for a cure, God help us, let us not experience, the terror of a plague.
Reason for writing:
I tried to draw a picture of pain and struggle of a person in a death bed
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