Pestilence

Well sometimes I can see the land as it was help was there we had clean air and birds flew up above well the pestilence destroyed all that draining us of love shattering our lives poisoning our clothes now the land is arid useless for a plus nothing grows nothing sows the bases [?] are for us disease has ruined all our hopes to be able to survive withered souls wander on witches they just die why’d this have to happen? why could it stay? when ? and all his hopes blow it all away cannot help us let us go guide us to the light faster faster faster ? let me ? you say ? Law [?]