The War of 1812 algea

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Spirits of misery and sadness!
God of mourning and lamentation
We are the spirits!
We are the spirits of pain and suffering!
Body, mind, grief, sorrow, and distress!
All who are weary, in body
and burdened with disease.
Whose hearts are faint within you,
within you
Lift your heads, milder skies come when I'm gone.
You may now take
Those deep, life-sustaining breaths
I am the bringer of sadness and tears.
Personification of sorrow and grief.
All shall feel the wrath I've felt.
You lay too late,
Hide your filthy, wretched face.

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