What has this world become?
There are just so many things they stay away from.
All of these v i r u s e s s p r e a d i ng
All of the blood
All of the fumes filling into the lungs of the innocent young
Diseases turning the living into the deceased
They're in a better place now at least
But the defections have indeed increased
"MEDICINE," they beg, all in hopes to cure the plague
Their hearts fill with sorrow
Who knows what will come tomorrow
They are unable to replete
For they will always be incomplet-