The world was sizzling with joy
Until you showed your ugly face.
The aura of your presence
Like acid that burn.
What have we done to deserve
The torment you inflict on us?
Your dastardly act
Spanning like wildfire
Across borders and accross continents
With no one to hold you captive,
Not even they that hold the rifle.
Could this affliction be a sanction
For our transgressions?

Thousands of souls perishing daily
Yet you continue to thrive, even harder.
Conquering new territories
And filling the world with deep melancholy.
No amount of effort to ******* you
Seem to be yielding result.
O! You wicked predicament,
Haven't you done your worst?
Have you no sense of sympathy
To compel you to lay down
Your tool of massive destruction?

We're living yet dead
For our hearts dread.
Not knowing our fate
But living by faith.
Unless God intervenes
We labor in vain.

Are you the rapture we await
Or should we continue to wait?