Better Days

You breathe it in your chest
It infects your lungs
You find a rash followed by boils
The boils they will spread
And turn to black
Swallow your body til you’re dead
You need to realize what the worst really feels like
You need to realize that your life’s not that bad
Better days will come around
Better days will find you now
This will not be the end of the world
Scream these words to remind
Fathers left their sons
To friars and nuns
Despite their selfish flee they perished
There’s bodies on the streets
They died in masses
A third of Europe would succumb
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