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The Pandemic


 

Beginning at the crack of dawn,

Down to nightfall,

You devour nothing but the adversity on mankind

Sitting at the brink of oblivion.

Resentment and spite, at nadir.

Animosity frivolous, ludicrous even.

You abandon the machetes, bayonets and sundries.

Singularly focus on the immunity of villain and beloved alike.

Does it have to be the swan song which mediates unanimity?

 

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