A Cure is Vengeance
They are telling us we need to be cured.
They are telling us they are trying to keep us comfortable.
By plastering us with sticky bandages as if we are mummies.
They say we are decrepit mummies from a tomb.
And we will fall apart without their help.
They say we are undead and useless.
But a cure is on the way.
A cure is insidious.
A cure is vengeance.
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