Omega Strain

It was in his brain
Beat in with a chain
The virus to end mankind
No child left behind
Created in a lab
Turned into a scab
Infected with puss
Run over by a bus
The sky started falling
Totally appalling
It all came crashing down
Nothing to do but frown
The end of life as we know it
Time to give up, I quit
There is no hope just impending doom
Spreading like wildfire, bringing gloom
This is the end my friend
Don’t try to pretend
It’s all over now
Nothing left of the sacred cow

Written for 5/11/19 Linda G. Hill’s ‘Life in progress’ Stream of Consciousness Saturday where the prompt is “strain”.

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