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1. Pestilence
Blind ignorance his carrier,
Passing border and barrier,
He leaves behind a deathly chill;
And what’s worse: he doesn’t look ill!
2. War
He’s in armor from chin to shin,
Thinking it a bulletproof skin;
His warhorse can’t know such a yarn,
Yet runs into a burning barn.
