the God of plagues... Then the fifth angel poured his bowl And his kingdom fell in darkness Upon the throne of the beast And in pain and disease
cursed the God of plagues... Then the fifth angel poured his bowl Upon the throne of the beast And his kingdom fell in darkness And in pain and disease
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continents Are lined beneath the carcasses ... Behold the pale horse ... And death be not proud, and life be not found. Behold the plague comes, And
of the lamb [ii. the plague] and the first went poured his veil upon the earth and there fell a grievous sore breathe - dust to dust bleeding out of darkness
