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One Poem:
The Mongols came and the Black Plague spread
The buboes developed and millions were dead.
Coughing up blood and swelling at the neck
The end of Feudalism, this is the Black Death.
Even on the church you could not rely
There may be a chance, but get ready to die.
You can't stop to help your family or friend
Because this is the plague, and this is the end.