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The rabble made sick by infection so quick and left anemic

Aided by pests, the skin is made wet

With fever and sweat

Abdominal pain 'cause the sphincter is strained

And they're driven insane

Blood is expelled while bubbles all swell

It's bacterial hell

Ensconce yourself in quarantine

Sanctuary for the people of means

No escaping, no delaying, no refraining

The red death

No forestalling, no stonewalling, no mothballing

The red death

Extremities rot from gangrenous clots and odious snots

Choking up bile and other tastes vile

The tongue is defiled

Torment is felt, covered in welts

As their guts melt

Bloodied sputum and fingers all numb

All will succumb

Blue bloods in isolation

Preserved from contamination

No escaping, no delaying, no refraining

The red death

No forestalling, no stonewalling, no mothballing

The red death

Capitulate to plague by degrees

Affluenza of filth and disease

No escaping, no delaying, no refraining

The red death

No forestalling, no stonewalling, no mothballing

The red death