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PANDEMIC


It was the worst of days it was the end of days the earth was closed for the day humanity most greatest fear was birthed today The epithet of the virus was yet unknown fears went deep, deep in the heart of men isolation at this point was never an option humanity most great threat was yet still known Craving for a cure, I cannot sleep Over the edge, driving me bonkers Venereal disease, I wish for now Into the darkness,the earth was quiet Death was the first symptom known.
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