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Aids Anonymous Individual Destroying Society
I was said to have mingled with the masses, moving mysteriously through the multitudes unexpectedly, familiarizing myself with countless souls, still they don't know who I am. Being destructive- that's me, ravaging- that's me, causing havoc where ever I go is what I'm accused of, still they don't know who I am. I swept society away like a fierce wind devouring everything in my path - women, men, children without discrimination. I simply love how you point fingers blaming each other, still you don't know who I am. I've severely affected the growth of populations, devastatingly infected people from every race, creed, background on this planet, still they don't know who I am. Parties, experimental drugs & promiscuity are a few of the things I indulge in, one night of careless whispers & you won't forget me, still you don't know who I am. Lurking like a rapist in the dark of the night, violating, attacking with unrelentless vigor, leaving behind a path of fear & confusion, still you don't know who I am. And now without further adieu, coming to the stage - I introduce. . . . . . Death is the final curtain call, welcome to the playhouse of AIDS.
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