Plaga

I come to you
With my understated brutality

Surrender
Is not an option

There are no options
You must simply

Endure

Think of me
As a farmer
For do I not harvest
Can you not feel me
Reap your pain

I rend your flesh
It need not submit
I will take regardless
Devouring
Your exquisite agony

Like any decent

Cultivator

I will not destroy you

Instead
I shape

As your body recovers
Your mind reels

From deep within
Your sweet sweet suffering

You will adapt

I came to you
As an affliction

I leave
As an addiction

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