The blood is on the doorposts and

the signs are very clear

for everyone to understand

the end is drawing near.

The lintel is one threshold, but

a greater one is time;

before this both were tightly shut,

now both become sublime.

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Death’s angel flies above the homes

identifying foes;

lamb-eaters faintly hear the groans

of victims that it chose. Advertisement

As people die, their blood congeals,

on doorposts blood is dry;

no life from them death’s angel steals,

lamb-eaters do not die.

The children ask their parents why

this night is very different

and in their homes no........

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