The plague descends Blistering d**h oozing from every pore of the body, inexorable Rancind pustules disgorge their black and foul effluence Reeking of malady and vile decay Everyone is susceptible, the great leveller Rich and poor suffering as one in disease The afflicted run delirious through the streets, coughing blood Marked with copious bruising Scores of sores, legions of lesions Bodies laid unceremoniously in piles, too numerous to bury What is the cause of this tragedy, this cataclysmic kairotic point? God? The perpetual recourse of the parochially ignorant Enemy of progress The flaws of society forever overlooked Irrationality and panic leads to the rise of the flagellants Obdurate brethrens of the cross with angelic approbation Commanding you purge your sins with excoriation of thine own flesh Marching from town to town, gathering more proselytes To spread the lies and multitude of lacerations The immigrant populations erroneously scapegoated Brutal persecutions follow Schismatists burned at the stake Reputations smeared, along with their bloody carca**es In fact the missionaries increase infection rates where they travel Oblivious couriers of pestilence d**h by sermon Terror follows in their footsteps Maniacal processions with pathetic hymns of penitence Eventually they will be in turn labeled heretics, a cruel irony Surrounding by mortality, the populace descends into anarchy Debauchery without restraint, the bonds of society are loosened Gorging on what supplies remain in gluttonous intoxicated feasts Frenzied orgies in celebration of survival in the grim dance of d**h In the aftermath of the pandemic, those remaining question the helpless church And their god of omni-potence, superstition and orthodoxy They who provide no reasoned answers Or solutions to the suffering and hardship Now, with half of the clerics fallen, society is free to advance Science prevails The disease acting like the biblical flood Cleansing us of false belief