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Scythe
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Sparing none,
It spread far and wide,
Embracing its victims with a death's grip.
And letting no one slip
Muted screams crowded the street
The smell of illness, sickly sweet
Everyone was ticking off days
And thinkning of ways
To try not to die
And even the doctors were confused
It defied their skills
More like a scythe than a virus
Sweeping down for kills
The world was scared at the start
But deep down we still know at heart
We can get out of anything
Sparing none,
It spread far and wide,
Embracing its victims with a death's grip.
And letting no one slip
Muted screams crowded the street
The smell of illness, sickly sweet
Everyone was ticking off days
And thinkning of ways
To try not to die
And even the doctors were confused
It defied their skills
More like a scythe than a virus
Sweeping down for kills
The world was scared at the start
But deep down we still know at heart
We can get out of anything
