This is a virus that cannot be beaten back
Trapped inside by a quarantine, solitude
We watch as it grows, increasing in power
Humans are absolutely powerless to attack
Paranoia is leading us, this is but a prelude
As we shelter from the storm of the hour
Our world collapses, torn apart into shreds
This planet will soon be emptied of life
As the virus transforms and mutates again
There will be no one left to count the dead
We are the remnants of our modern strife
Hope is far from appearing on the horizon
We can only hope better for our children
“...partly immune people came into contact
with others who had had no previous exposure to the
germs, epidemics resulted in which up to 99 percent
of the previously unexposed population was killed.”
