The Plague

Follow the discipline

Of this dreadful experiment

It kills it kills

Our time and stress

Bringing them down to their lowest degree

And raises the question of pleasure

Let’s wrap this killer

And place it somewhere open

Where people will understand its motive

Let it decease by itself

Or it will murder the thoughts

Of those who feels agitated

By its presence

It’s time for a hiatus

Let’s go back to our capital of dreams

To find a cure for this genuine disease

From our own creation

Of pure hatred and grief