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Covid 19
On the wings of death covid 19 comes for you and me, with no pity, sorrow or sympathy.
Has enough been done to slow the spread, how many loved ones now lay dead.
As the virus now is gaining ground, more and more infected will be found.
The final days are almost at hand will you run in fear or take a stand
A vaccine at least a year or two away how many will survive who can say?
The virus spreading at an alarming rate, can it be stopped or did we act to late?
Now with my final dying breath I reluctantly inbrace death.
Who comes for me at the end of time and comforts me with melodic rhyme.
From the privileged in their ivory towers to the impoverished it's the 11th hour.
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