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A small cup

Gripped in dirty hands

My days, weeks and years

Wheels of plague cart

Pushed up filthy streets

Every moment, how to escape

And when I dared hope

I heard thunder

Weary legs

Burning up steep hill

Bring out your dead

Stale bread crust

With the stench of death

Reverie, as cart wheel turns

And when I dared hope

I heard thunder

Another day

Trudging mud and shit

Earnest, whispered prayers

All despair

Yet, I remain determined

One copper further

And when I dared hope

I heard thunder

Without warning

Lightning crossed the sky

Simple irony

Me rigid and blue

Coins fall from my hand

On my own ride upon that cart

Man plans

And the gods laugh

What have they decreed?

No one gets out alive