I'm sleeping amongst mass hysteria
Compulsed with my own mania
Are we living in a fallen world
Is it a sign of the end, settled
O' Corona, Corona
Please go away
I full of snoot and decay
Don't know what to say
It's scary, snarly
I cough, rasp, wheeze
Speak hoarsely
I'm old and weary
But none the wiser
I hear my angel whisper
In the sweet hereafter
It was just a dream stupor
State of mind rapture
Devoid of Corona exposure
© daniel miltz
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