W.P.D. (World Pandemic Destruction)

Raining from the sky

Sickness and disaster

Spider webs dispensing untold tiny sticky strands

Teeming with disease

Arrive while vaporizing

Germs are cast adrift infecting we who share the land

Hemorrhagic lungs

Drenched with body fluids

Suffocating liquid is the sharp edge of the sword

Tens of millions dead

Bodies stacked and rotting

Refrigerator trucks are used as temporary morgues

Painting trails to smear the sky

Governments colluding in this airborne genocide

Are we born to die?

The writing is no lie

The authors speak with pens of pesticide

Pandemic epidemic

The scouring of earth

A virus resurrected

The rebirth of a curse

And as we die a voice inside reminds us

We’re betrayed

Let it fall

Let it rain

Cull the herd

Without shame

Don’t believe the lies

We are all in danger

Offered not protection

But to illness supplicate

We’ve been bred to serve

But the need for us has ended

And like all pests to be controlled they shall eradicate

Painting trails to smear the sky

Governments colluding in this airborne genocide

Are we born to die?

The writing is no lie

The authors speak with pens of pesticide