Virus

Someone must have been pricked
A prick on the finger
Or the heart
Pricked
To bleed the blood
The blood runs
Seeps through
To the one who...
It trickles to the one that carried the virus
Feeding and growing from the byproduct
This is passed
Filtered through
To you, offspring
Spawned from the pools
Filtered to another who bled
To pour down the throats of children
And spatter upon the faces
The masks of those who surround
Soak the garments of your companions
Cycle through
The circle
Spiral forever
Always carry the disease
Carry... pass
Carry... pass
Share it share your wealth
The abundance of your treasure
It always grows
It always diminishes
Always destroys
The prick
Blood that dripped
Is the first of many
The drops bring us to our knees
Crumbles the foundations of our houses
The infected are many
Killing
Destroying themselves and each other
But the virus still prevails
Lives on forever