I lament in a singular howl ever so often,
With solitary sobs I fight the lone battle.
I protest and refute,
To verbalize my desperate melancholy.
Throughout the torrential outburst,
I kick and punch.
Self preservation,
My sole ambition.
But then comes, the moment of epiphany,
At lightning speed.
Futile is the rebel it conveys,
Lulling the thunderstorm within.
Its a mere matter of a heartbeat.
The gosh darn syringe injects me
With Moderna mRNA 1273.
The foe takes over.
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