O, Little Town of Bethlehem

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O, little town of Bethlehem, how still we see thee lie.

An artificial plague swept through and made the people die.

    The virus fed on human flesh: it ate folks from inside.

    The people felt their guts explode and then fell down and died.

Now in thy dark streets gleameth the skeletal remains

of all the nice folk that expired wracked with infernal pains.

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O, little town of Bethlehem, how still we see thee lie.

It seems a cloud of poison gas has recently gone by.

    It wafted in upon the breeze. Like flies the people fell.

    The toxic gas was colorless and also had no smell.

Now in thy dark streets gleameth the white of bleached bones.

The skeletal remains of folks lie scattered on thy stones.

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