Virus Poem
By The Aversed
Illness, infection, cancer disease,
Limited life wasting away
Sickness that will never cease
Body rotting day by day
Clean and bright
Sharp tools, kind faces
Underneath lurks darkness, black as night
A father worries a mother paces
Greedy organism, selfish and evil
A dark figure with scythe, standing, waiting
A new virus causing upheaval.
The sounds of death, harsh and grating
Delusion, madness, nothings really there
It’s gone, spreading, host to host
Insane minds, rip and tear
Everything’s destroyed, the world a ghost
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