My mum is in panic,
The world is in panic.
I'm starting to think,
We won't survive this pandemic.
And the pale will continue,
To be met by the horse of death.
Until our world is inglufed,
And there is no one alive left.
We'll keep hoping for a saviour,
Continuing to wait for the darkness to pass.
Death riding on a pale horse will come down,
As panic will infect us as fast as this virus.