IN PHASE ONE
(how the modern day arises)
'Sire, sire, the flagellants are
passing through once more -
from the narrow forest near
the briny river. They walk in
clumps and sing along their
way, as each with each they
scourge!'
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'Damn this Black Death, damn
all pestilential rubbish. Have them
here as piled corpses, to the rear
yard, where they shall burn. Send
ten of my best men to make this
detail now.'
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'Sire, sire, from the other direction
comes a horde with lance and stars,
clubs and mallets all. They seemed
to anger over under-handed things,
and what shall we do, they are
seeking you?'
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'Damn this rabble, mob and riot!
Have them meet the other pack of
fools and take them off my hands.
Call off my men from that other
task assigned - attack this rabble
then!'
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