If I suspected I had contracted
sure death,
where would I go, where
death would not follow me?
Pandemics
like water they would
take the path
of least resistance
O' death how it followed
Me.
Preperations
concerning pure death
and death
is my name, not Duncan
being black
turned away, but I stayed.
Prosecuting
this virolent strain
being burned
to a crisp
more love for a God
that only people
like you
have spelled backwards.
Profits deserve
their bottom line they
through each death
have obtainted.
Children
have no understanding
Of
spreading the measles
that their
lacking deaths
wisdom
all parents would spread
through
the promotion of
death, Mmm it can.
Who benefits
the
most by spreading
black death
it took decades back
then where
man couldn't
fly
or simply put tried to hide.
A penny a day
each day when you double
that penny
won't
stay the same
as it's doubled it's worth
at the end
of thirty short days.
Death is here
death will stay whenever
some person
draws
the blood of Ebola
death
then as you know
unlike death it's kissing cousin
is freed once again
death to spread.
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