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A wind blows the slight amount of dirt across the brick,
as the people in the town all lay deathly sick,
with everyone infected from this virus that came,
their skin heats up like they are burnt by a candle flame,
while their fingers turn hard and brown like limbs of a tree,
twitching down their body and unable to see,
a curse it would seem was placed on their town,
spewing fluids constantly as the young begin to drown,
with no hope in sight for a future of their certain doom,
the streets and homes become their only tomb.