Covid-19
Toast to the gods
For even glorified men
Are nothing like gods
At the feet of COVID-19
A respecter of none,
The demon slithers
Down the trench
Where man's essence dwells
Corona, the reward of good
In Roman tales
But in ours,
Penance for iniquities
Drink up, me hearties
Corona is fast approaching
For that which you can't fathom
Destruction is nought but a dream
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