Diagnosis
The doctor has examined the patient
And the diagnosis is clear
Terminal!
For the patient
A horrible death I fear
I am not one for the continued suffering of the patient
The condition will only get worse
Day by day and year-by-year
And will increase as the end comes near
This disease unfortunately
Has no cure
It not a virus or a germ
But something old and pure
Its existence has been known
And continues to endure
Attempts at a solution
Have been met with confusion
We have tried for a long time
To relieve the patient’s pain
Only to have our efforts
Die in vain
The patient you see won’t survive
But the evil that inflicts him
Will continue to thrive
Our solution both radical and insane
Will offer comfort and remove the pain
Kill the patient and all the cells
And the evil will no longer
Have a home to dwell
The world can no longer sustain the infection
It can no longer support the evil deeds of man
It will soon be time for the patient to be cured
Through the Resurrection
Eric (and sometimes not)
Copyright © Eric Nolan | Year Posted 2009
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