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Pestilence

from The White Plague by Dead Work

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Disease is said to have affected the Indigenous populations more than any other factor they encountered. Contagious diseases such as smallpox spread through the continents like wild fire. Having no immunities built up for these diseases they had never experienced, the native people were hit harder than anybody ever expected. Entire villages were wiped out, months and even years before the colonizers even set foot into new areas. This made calculating the population estimates of the Americas very difficult, and helped trivialize the damage done by the mere existence of European Colonizers.

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Pestilence spreads through the heart of a foreign land
Extinguishing light with a silent hand
The virgin soil panted red
Erasing, consuming
All those encountered
Led to the slaughter
Violently torn from the last shroud of innocence
Punished by isolation
Sentenced to annihilation

The sun will rise, over a flourished continent
And set, amongst the ashes of the dead
And so our eyes, will never see
A world untouched by this modern disease
Transcribed in a light, much fairer than truth
Snatching tongues from the mouths
Until the rest have fallen mute

Circle round the fire
And pray to stop the fall
The island, not sit empty
The torches, have all been drowned

Within a lifetime, when all was lost
The memories undone
Laid bare, the casualties succumb
Having left what they could not take
A land of bone and clay
Now all that remains for us to claim

Curse the horizon
The waters and shore
The blood within
That marks our skin

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from The White Plague, released November 25, 2018

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