I am a plague
There is no cure
Creeping into your body
I must be endured

Moving silently through the air
Spreading rapidly by touch
Crying child to mothers breast
It is death she will clutch

Claiming thousands of lives
Having no rhythmic selection
Class has no boundary  
So random is my infection

Consuming high to low
My kiss of disease is feared
Rats and fleas sometimes my vehicle
Appearing when I will

So if my mark on man
Surface before your eyes
Flee rapidly without delay 
Or you too surely will die

After I have had my fill of the living
I shall quickly disappear
Gracing humanity with my cloak of coldness
When least expected
I will be there

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