New Mutant

So it turns out we were cooked on slow burner until now and the new mutant catches us by fire -- doctors must be going through catechism drill, we 're bred to their natural trust. Ah venomous serpent, wretch you, we shall one day build a monument for the millions you swallowed up with words, lost to a lunatic virus, the demon of our day that swung us to disaster, gone is the splendor of healthy living, farewell, farewell. We must throw ourselves a thousand shades of light, a mantle stiff with eagle talons that sink in the skin of the innocent. The bloodstain laurels of a stalemate until the vaccine works it magic and the hour comes rasping to our hopes, not the temper tantrums of a mutating virus locked in its horizon. I greatly fear, regardless of the vaccine, the rising heat in its kitchen!