In the depths of despair, where shadows loom,
A darkness descends, a chilling gloom.
Down with the sickness, we silently cry,
Beneath the weight of a troubled sky.

Fevered brow and aching bones,
Echoes of anguish in silent groans.
In the grip of illness, we struggle and fight,
Yearning for dawn to break through the night.

Through the haze of pain, we search for light,
A beacon of hope in the darkest night.
Though weakened, we rise with defiant might,
Resolute against the plight.

With each passing hour, we grow strong,
Defying the sickness that held us long.
In the battle against affliction's sting,
We emerge victorious, hearts to sing.

Down with the sickness, but not defeated,
In the face of adversity, we're unseated.
For within us burns a resilient flame,
Defiant against sickness's claim.

So let us stand, let us rise,
With courage in our eyes.
For even in the darkest hour,
We find the strength to empower.


Authorship by Mr. Dashaun Snipes
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®️ Down With The Sickness
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