Silent KillerA Poem by Dream WeaverGermaphobes rejoice
A silent killer is on the run, neither a man nor beast, neither with a knife nor a gun.
Oh so minuscule that the eye can’t see, a mutant strain on a killing spree.
It festers and cultivates within its host, it has no ego and no time to boast. You’re not fully aware until it’s too late, race creed or color it doesn’t discriminate.
It spreads like wildfire streaming through your veins, until your lifeless carcass is all that remains.
You better notify your next of kin, there is no cure for this “Pathogen”. On to its next host through water and air, are you the next victim in search of medical care?
© 2013 Dream WeaverAuthor's Note
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Added on April 18, 2011Last Updated on March 28, 2013 Author
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