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Before the rising of the sun, my soul is well
Desiring what is good, the day shall spell
To do his will, my flesh I must compel
My late morning run seem to go quite well
Although I felt somehow, I could not smell
Then in a store, to buy some things they sell
The air was hard to breathe, that I could tell
Then came the day a flaming fever fell
The test came out that shows I am unwell
That I needed another place to dwell
I went alone into my citadel
In seven days, my blood began to swell
My tongue was like a dry and empty well
And felt my lungs was turning into gel
The plague took its toll on my fragile shell
That was bent to destroy my every cell
When my oxygen dangerously fell
My frantic heart raced like a frail gazelle
My immediate future, I could not foretell
In vain I failed the virus to expel
Then came the plea from my sister Belle
That I seek some help for my illness quell
Or else bid this world with my last farewell
To the infirmary was I propelled
And cared for by medical personnel
Air tethered by tubes, and pierced with needle
That the cure may flow in my blood vessel
Twelve lonely days, I languished in my cell
A punishment that almost felt like hell
But God's grace silenced the untimely knell
Loved ones and friends prayed for a miracle
For mercy that my sickness may dispel
To put this whole ordeal in a nutshell
As I am now a living spectacle
The one who got away, that he might tell
The Lord is nigh to him, whose soul is well.

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