Spirochete Flows
Bacterium spreading; catching flight on wind
finding refuge in dark crevices; waiting
dashing and prancing the innocent march-in
unknowingly landing in middle; of this creatures den
Spirochete oozing from devils tongue
grabbing and fighting; finding the right one
these fleshy seekers hitch their ride
On the most humble of creatures, they hide
Now with continuous industrialism and selfish idiotism, on their side
Transported directly into population, out of natures dimension
They have used the perfect disguise; with the innocent as their eyes
blood will come upon them, THE SPIROCHETE FLOWS INSIDE!
Copyright © Richard Speer | Year Posted 2006
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