Written for all the medical professionals working tirelessly through this epidemic.
The hearts of our once invisible heroes grow weary fighting a relentless demon. God make it stop! They sacrifice all with little to save souls from the consuming darkness surrounding them. God make it stop! How many faces of those gasping for life’s last breath will be burned into their memories? God make it stop! How many hands will go lifeless in theirs because of a viral monster that yet goes unanswered? God make it stop! How often must they gaze into already tear-soaked faces and be the bearers of even worse news? God make it stop! How many times will they totally collapse from exhaustion from working extra shifts and hours? God make it stop! How many more tears will fall behind their masks for those they could not pull back from death? God make it stop! They yearn for a whisper of hope to dull the ventilators symphony of despair and desperation. God make it stop! They search for the rainbow beyond a dark ominous cloud that now besieges all humanity. God make it stop!
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