Technology

The disease is spreading No one will be immune The bacterial strain No cure Relationships are infected people are sharing the virus In their beds In their homes In the streets It's communicable The dyeing are unaware The infection Technology grows you can't bury the dead The graveyards are full The disease spreads one to another Society needs no cure unlike the diseases before Death is not painful However,slow.

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