“I need somewhere to rest my feet,
I have run for many miles.
I just request one seat
I’ll be better soon if i could only sit
Please friend, that i even now do not know,
Stop pushing me around i don’t need any of this shit.
All i ask for is a favor,
A few minutes are all i need.
Do you savor
The feelings of pain
From me running,
All night in this horrid rain?
I don’t wish you any harm,
Nor any trouble.
But if you don’t service my request right now,
Your pain will be my double.
You have no right to disrespect me.
You will soon die
From the hand of those whom i flee.
This is your last warning,
I’ve asked you more than once.
Soon they will be storming
Your house and all who live
Within, and without,
And all who are in the stables.
For the plague will soon be here!”

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