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 

                             shedding

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-