They spend their days walking around rolling their little bags from doctor to doctor. Carrying health, promising the cure and relieve for those in pain.
White, sharp teeth and a perfect smile like predators waiting for the prey.
The prey prays for help, a pill, a shot, any remedy to get better. And the little bags are rolling full of solutions for any problem you might have. Stop praying. Start paying. Pay the pills, pay the doctors, pay for your life. Despair and pain are big business. And where the bags keep rolling, the money keeps rolling and the prey keeps praying for a cure.
But real cure is black and comes with a scythe.
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