Is this our end?
Fear being inscribed in our hearts
As we lay on the alter of sorrow
As a thief is shamed when caught
We bow our hands in horror.

Is this our end?
The earth is being painted black
We are being served with chilled tears
There is a boiling *** on our heads
Is our blood going to be served too?

Is this our end?
Humanity has become bread
Our flesh for meat
Our blood for wine
Death is our new crown.

Who could be this cruel?
The virus!
Yes, the virus.
It's playing a drum of destruction
It has clogged our throats.

But then,
We  hope to live again
We will wait on God the divine doctor
Together we will fight
The world will bleed no more.