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You Sat wherever you were Spotted me breathing Saw how happy I was Scowled with jealousy Slipped sputum with furry Sed with an evil plan Slithered all over surfaces Scattered yourself everywhere Spanned from arid to airborne You Set up an ambush Sauntered into my body Swam through my blood Strolled in my bronchi Slid into my cosy lungs Slit my innocent throat Slept conjugally inside Started bearing children Strangling was their game You Scrambled science facts Suffocated the whole world Squandered innocent lives Snatched people's breaths Separated friends from family fondness Sabotaged their every touch Some were fathers and mothers Sons, daughters and breadwinners Some were just about to Spin things right for good Since you are too blind Seeing blindness is for your eyes Sinning is your righteous act Submerged in meanness Sundays are the days you get Sunday punches from you Spray right in our faces Spreading conspicuously Soon you'll sing the nursery rhyme 'SEVEN DAYS MAKE A WEEK'
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