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Born out of balance under an October sky,

Amidst burning embers in tailings of Halley's Comet...

Strewn to the Earth, I was sown in the garden,

Nature's womb bore my infectious seed.

Dispersed through the air in contagious disease,

Now infecting every creature's living breath...

No vigilant struggle shall escape my grasp,

My disease has no cure..."For I am Death"