Sicker Everyday.

Sicker Everyday....

The disease and sickness have over come us,
look in the mirror,you'll see who to trust.
The sickness has entranced our minds so we say,
Anything at all left,bow,we can pray.

But praying went out of style,it's lost in a whim,
so maybe pray to yourself,it might be a sin,
The sickening thump of another one dead,
just one more again,then we can be fed.

The federal agents seem so much out of shape,
we can think again,they is no escape.
Escape into the madness,the sickening site,
we can imagine,it will be alright.

Stare into the ball,they is no one left,
leaving me alone,I am finally bereft.

The Bannibal One.
Feb.8,2023 byeeexxx.