The new sentence
She sneaks in with her veil of death
Cruelly condemning his wicked armor
Condemning new patients from south to north
The new black plague cradles their dead in their torture
Is this the new Spanish flu?
There is no vaccine, there is no cure, maybe no luck.
Are we all condemned to death?
By the very hands of the man who thinks himself so strong
Is waiting to see, and maybe so believe
May healing come on the wings of an angel
Or maybe in the hands of some optimist
Who can overcome the furious force of nature
And to know that it was the pig, yes! The pig!
That we have been condemned to this sentence
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