Cursed


It's snowing but it is summer,

It's snowing but no one can go outside,

For it is not snow,

It's ash because everything around us is burning

Slowly dying turning to ash,

Even the people are slowly dying turning to ash,

For a plague has struck this land and only I will survive

For I am cursed with immortality.

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