Corona and omnicron fever.
The affect the times have.
Eyes so weary, so distraught!
Affliction to carry, all for nought!
Times of mourning, times of pain!
Ailment all around, to gain!
Where is it now? Where can it be?
Here or there? Eventually?
How do I ensure, that I will survive?
How can I endure, let alone thrive?
What must I do to go about my days?
When I am caved in about my ways?
Oh, the agony and all for worse!
The sorrow of disease, this constant curse!
How will I persist? How can I give?
What can I do to surely live?
Oh the agony, oh the strife!
The days of sorrow, an afflicted life!
(After the poem).
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Absolute Zero
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