O, sickness you are horrifying
You are like the wicked worm
Enemy of state hail and healthy
Striving where not wanted
That hides hosted in humans
That is veiled in the raincloud
Visiting with gloom and misery
As laced with disaster and death
Your wretch in rot I want not
Take your plague, be gone be lost
Unfreeze my wings to let me wing
Sense the beauty in nature's heavens
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