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Amongst the numerous people, the infirm ones were easily identified by the ugly black sores around their necks. One by one they were herded into the carts like cattle. Coughing and sputtering up parts of their insides lined with blood. Whole families were forced indiscriminately into the carts that held sickness like a cemetery holds death. The Sheppards of illness watched the dead and dying converge with the suspected carriers of disease. They bore witness to the awful promiscuity of their dark sentence. Mothers with hopelessly crying infants sat among their sick husbands and dying children apparently healthy to the skeptical eye. While the masked judges of their fate watched the carts go off, taking sickness and death with it, baring forsaken cargo in doors that were not designed to be opened again. The passengers on a cart that would never reach it’s destination.

The onlookers stood and watched what they hoped was disease leaving, only to bear sad truth that disease lingered, the sort of disease that exists only in the human heart, and it quickly spread amongst those standing. A disease that breeds and festers whenever man deals with something he doesn’t understand. A pestilence that would threaten mankind for generations to come, claiming millions of victims to it’s name. A deadly virus that spreads like wildfire, sparing no man, woman or child, a disease that affects not the ailed with it’s wrathful spite, but those around them.

Description
Amongst the numerous people, the infirm ones were easily identified by the ugly black sores around their necks. One by one they were herded into the carts like cattle. Coughing and sputtering up parts of their insides lined with blood. Whole families were forced indiscriminately into the carts that held sickness like a cemetery holds death. The Sheppards of illness watched the dead and dying converge with the suspected carriers of disease. They bore witness to the awful promiscuity of their dark sentence. Mothers with hopelessly crying infants sat among their sick husbands and dying children apparently healthy to the skeptical eye. While the masked judges of their fate watched the carts go off, taking sickness and death with it, baring forsaken cargo in doors that were not designed to be opened again. The passengers on a cart that would never reach it’s destination.

The onlookers stood and watched what they hoped was disease leaving, only to bear sad truth that disease lingered, the sort of disease that exists only in the human heart, and it quickly spread amongst those standing. A disease that breeds and festers whenever man deals with something he doesn’t understand. A pestilence that would threaten mankind for generations to come, claiming millions of victims to it’s name. A deadly virus that spreads like wildfire, sparing no man, woman or child, a disease that affects not the ailed with it’s wrathful spite, but those around them.