The world is calm and still.
Everywhere the people take advantage
Of what they already have.
Then, a virus hits the planet.
Supposedly wiping out a whole city.
Because no one dared to visit.
The residents had become
Dead and yet alive.
Deceased and yet surviving.
But only on what?
The stench, the smell,
the horrid, putrid scent.
Of rotting flesh.
Pieces of body do lay on the ground.
Dirtying the ground.
the blood has turned to dust.
Just dirt in the earth.
After time it spreads.
One person to another.
When your last you'll say
It's a rotting pandemic.
Dec 1, 2011
Dec 1, 2011 at 7:33 PM UTC
The world is calm and still.
Everywhere the people take advantage
Of what they already have.
Then, a virus hits the planet.
Supposedly wiping out a whole city.
Because no one dared to visit.
The residents had become
Dead and yet alive.
Deceased and yet surviving.
But only on what?
The stench, the smell,
the horrid, putrid scent.
Of rotting flesh.
Pieces of body do lay on the ground.
Dirtying the ground.
the blood has turned to dust.
Just dirt in the earth.
After time it spreads.
One person to another.
When your last you'll say
It's a rotting pandemic.
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