Spirochete Flows

Bacterium spreading; catching flight on wind finding refuge in dark crevices; waiting dashing and prancing the innocent march-in unknowingly landing in middle; of this creatures den Spirochete oozing from devils tongue grabbing and fighting; finding the right one these fleshy seekers hitch their ride On the most humble of creatures, they hide Now with continuous industrialism and selfish idiotism, on their side Transported directly into population, out of natures dimension They have used the perfect disguise; with the innocent as their eyes blood will come upon them, THE SPIROCHETE FLOWS INSIDE!