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Pandemic

Pandemic Deaths gaining power on a mission to devour, Negative encounters. Chrysanthemum flowers. Deaths dangerous, not slowing but growing, The momentums mind blowing, constantly going. Death is mysterious, hooded, cold blooded. Untrusted, never obstructed, working uninterrupted. Cloak of black, megalomaniac, never looking back insomniac. Death sees themself brilliant, highly resilient, Extremely consistent, noticed we are coexistent. Works smart not hard, little regard Constant bombard Leaving us scarred. Cruelly placing death in our breath We assess this mess then rightly obsess. Death made segregation and a desperate situation, Threatened civilisation, created isolation, Next up vaccination.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2021




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