Dressed For Death Act One - the Spinning Plague Doctors
Because of sin death enter in Wearing dark wide brim with long blackened coat tucked behind crow faced with red evil eyes The apple of amber will not keep this doctor away saw bones bearing a hatchet coming with sweet sachet in beak for dwelling among the dead the living they should seek sown in the mouth teaching for to kill and not to heal follies follow their wisdom dead flies of the apothecaries ointment Prideful yet they know once to die then the appointment false prophecies of their own making stink to sweet supposing double winding serpent would treat stenching gray amber the amulet of pomander wand in hand resisting as Jannes and Jambers lying healers foaming shame of whales vexed holding sick at bay while death has its way black to the shoes the wading death a plague so called great men of the earth only deceive taking honor from God with their sorceries They to false gods have sown to woes their own as the Hippocratic oath they swore climbing the back of the great whore hardened hearts whence came the obstruction the spirit of egypt pillars of destruction Alas dying sinner there is a cure for death
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