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Pestilence
Pestilence has been here,
since the beginning of time.
Pestilence's reason is clear,
as its reason is rhyme.
Without pestilence life,
would be filled with mistakes.
Genetic flaws of imperfection,
all that flaws and disease takes.
Designed to take the weakest down,
pestilence reigns throughout life's realm.
Pestilence grows in the lowest of beings,
pestilence thrives without emotions, feelings.
Life ever stronger when it meets its match,
waiting for a new threat to eventually, hatch.
Pestilence grows in the vilest of pits.
Pestilence hides in the darkest of waters,
dankest of caves and vilest of pig wallows,
foulest of fowl and dirtiest of bat feces,
cesspool of existence and no resistance.
Pestilence waits at life's gates,
until we let its violence come in.
And then, we scramble and run,
pray and sin, all to avoid getting,
what may eventually, win.
Copyright 2020 © Ronald W. Hull
12/3/20
You can read this poem and print it at my website here.
Sandie
Regis. 🍁
Rebecca