Disease

Dispassion lurks in the eyes of the deceased.

They can see what we cannot see:

Their ungratefulness, their unkindness is all left behind

For those who want to see the truth,

For those yet to demise.

Those of you who are suffering

Must know the reason why.

Perhaps you are taking advantage of their hidden powers.

They wish to fulfill only one purpose:

To devour your soul and everyone else's who is alive.

They want you to be like them,

To strive to be at the bottom 

Where there is no end.

The dark pool has no light.

Where do I even begin?

It's deep, dark, and dangerous.

It's so contaminated, it's contagious.

The sickness of immorality is spreading so fast,

Too fast for us to see.

We may soon become sick.

We may be deceived.

We too are hosts for the sickness of the heart:

Stinginess, deception, lies.

They are all the same.

The virus has no preference.

To it, this is just a game.

Deception confuses us,

Confusion tells us lies.

Our souls may be harmed

If we don't fight back.

Because this disease has a combat.