A disease doesn't diminish
The sanctity, salvation and worth of any human life
Regardless of how skittish and brutish
The disease behaves and how much strife
The disease may sow among relatives, friends and associates
Whose true love ought to emerge beyond the ebullient edge of a wicked wedge
To surge to the fore before plates and slates of opiates
Merge, surge, budge, smudge, engage, enrage, encourage and assuage
Guilt spilt on stilts to scatter silt and tilt
Perspectives towards a surplice of cowardice
Complacency and conspiracy that in God's eyes wilt
Into nothingness because the price
Jesus paid on the cross tosses
Puny human considerations and reactions
Into disarray because no losses
Come from condoning affections, but from pusillanimous predilections.
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