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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required People fear me - touch not blood yet through their own i do yet flood I lie...and steal from their tender love Send many down...Send some above. I take their light touch as my own slicing tounge- and whisper myself into vein and lung. they try to fight! they squirm - they pray. i rend their flesh, more everyday. Succulent sweat and bile sublime Even in the air i dance, with time. they flee from me. they shudd'r my kiss. why do they fear my final bliss? i do not care. they taste yet ... the same even as they hiss my name. those who hate me - i take them too- worm my way though their gloves of blue they tried to end me they yet do fight. And so they weep now - wheeze in night. they thought mine weren't yet unto me- And so, they too, are becoming me. their blood, it's burning up...so high will Fever take them to God-knows-nigh? Or sister's loving, ending we? tearing the cells so gleefully My Family follows me you see. We'll take it all ev'ry last bit. Human lives do end so quick. Thay failed to fear me, they failed to see that one so small can kill violently. Now they know me- Now they've named me. Letters and numbers...H's and 3's. We've had other names, playing the same game, burning and tearing so many, so long. We've done so ever since Old Abram's song. They knew us not then, Knew not what we were- But by now, dear host, you've probably heard. The killers are here, know now not mercy. I AM IN YOUR HEART, YOUR BLOOD, DON'T YOU SEE? I am the sickness to sing you to sleep. When i am in you, you too are me.
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