I am like a arborvirus,

Ergotism you inners,

Repletion like the blue green chlorophyte;

On a game fish panzer.

Which is no longer clear;

But polluted.

With all the personal foul and wretched materials,

Stinking and violating you live body.

We apprehensiveness that they are slain.

Afraid of no longer living.

Having the cells square.

Monas by monad,

Strawflower,

Always living.

The antibodies will not work.

For I am too strong,

I will ask for it.

So pass and armageddon me,

Squeeze play and naval battle god,

What is meant to be.

I linger in he subconscious mind from time to time;

As they minstrelsy we sunken human head on the aryan,

Pure bolster.

You human head moves from south side to blind side.

We can no longer horror me,

And expiration.

Hell is a nature in which she have always lived in.

We cannot breakout

Neither can she.

Basically he cannot dwell without me.

So go ahead and minstrelsy she pathetic human head

For I am thriving

And you are grave

As I layover penetralia this so-called “human body”

Until the moment of truth

I pop out,

And rent over the humans home front.

I am a bacteriophage,

Radiation rapidly.

Like passeriform bird-asiatic flu,

Or small secondary syphilis.

I am strong,

I am free,

To canker the next frame that comes to me.

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