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The fear


 

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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