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Mar 11
The Spore

     It lies in waiting in the darkness
Like a spider patiently waiting to strike
It attacks with the swiftness and the
Ruthlessness of a shrike

There’s no rhyme or reason
Just it’s desperation to find a host
Its victims never see it coming for
It’s as stealth as a ghost

It’s deadly as a black widow or the
The most venomous of snakes
The mere thought of it gives me chills
And the uncontrollable shakes

Its evolution has risen to the extreme
Its destruction is very evident
Death is definitely inevitable
Its superiority is overwhelmingly prevalent

Human existence is on the edge of extinction
In my heart and soul I deeply deplore
And caution the world of the Evil invaders
Humans will soon succumb to The Spore

Written By:Charles Kean
03/10/2024
Chuck Kean
Written by
Chuck Kean  62/M/Ohio
(62/M/Ohio)   
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