Bird that doesn't fly

At the edge of life and death,

Will he live through this?

Blood spilled on the floor,

I think it came from mommy,

Maybe she is dead?

The child does cry,

He is all by his lonesome,

Who killed his loved ones?

The sky gets so dark,

The sky turns rusty, blood red,

The dead is rising.

We fight for our lives,

But disease has taken hold,

There will be no hope.

The end of the world,

Definitely upon us,

Will we live through this?

I think not.