THE OUTCRY

The world stood still

To the smattering smear of a viral pellet
Disrupting every postulation
With images of illusion…
It grounded every dream
With a paradox of reclusion
The sweeping might of this spatial plague
Has continued to haunt and hack
Every unsuspecting tramp in its wake
You have won the battle…
We will win the war!!

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