Aids!
I'm a desease that spreads far and local,
Picky I'm not at killing ---o's!In the
headlines,I'm spreading confusion,Being
contracted through a blood transfusion!I'm
God's way of saying no,Do it now and
tomorrow you'll go!A cure for me cannot be
found,Attacking your system as relentless
as a prison's Bloodhound!Faster and faster as
I fill my quota,Deathtolls are up,as
History I've wrota!Needles of drugs for a
fix,Unclean whores are your choice of
tricks!Changing your ways,your soul you
may save,Or keep going your course ending
up in your grave!
Copyright © Michael Gale | Year Posted 2006
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