| Scarified sickly gaze from sullen faces looking on
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| Tell-tale signs of disease within their souls and their minds
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| Sightless eyes cannot see beyond the present
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| Knowing their withered limbs will no longer build a future they don’t have
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| Apathy resulting from hopelessness
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| Symptomatic discoloration of the flesh
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| One should know by sight
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| Accompanied by a mild sense of slight discomfort
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| Is often temporarily ignored
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| Only the first symptom
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| It’s already too late
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| Next the skin is broken
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| Allows corruption
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| Shedding frantic discharge
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| Dementia sets in
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| Aberrant behavior
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| Fully taking hold
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| Nonexistent cure Mark of Cain Prognosis death
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| Pre engineered by regimes seeking total control
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| Playing god has achieved
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| The genesis of apocalypse
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| Inflicting us with agony
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| And lesions from this vicious plague
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| Consummate infection in grim display
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| The skin has split siphons every invention
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| Of this sea of disease
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| Immunity bows to every intention
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| Hear the whispers of its voice
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| Lofty in its triumph wearing crown of deception
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| Persuading victims they have a choice
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| Monarch of all sickness
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| Has within its clutch
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| The will of this sphere
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| Conquering all
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| They didn’t even know
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| What was clearly gathering
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| At their very doors
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| When it chose to enter their lives
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| There was not even sense to realize
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| That they’d already been taken
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| Nonexistent cure Mark of Cain
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| It is here
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| It’s been here for quite some time getting close
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| Do you hear it coming
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| Don’t you feel it growing |