The Prophecy of Plague

Much of this book has been damaged or destroyed. What is "legible" is a strange mix of misspelled words in common and abyssal.

I send a pestilence and plague Into your house, into your bed Into your streams, into your streets Into your drink, into your bread Upon your cattle, on your sheep Upon your oxen in your field Into your dreams, into your sleep Until you break, until you yield I send the swarm, I send the horde I send the thunder from the sky I send the fire raining down I send a hail of burning ice On ev'ry field, on ev'ry town I send the locusts on a wind Such as the world has never seen On ev'ry leaf, on ev'ry stalk Until there's nothing left of green I send my scourge, I send my sword

Type

Manuscript, Religious