Terrible Certainty


Die! Slowly you're dying 
From this contagious disease 
Once you're infected there's no hope of a cure 
Your passing is a sure thing 
Your thoughts are empty and hopeless 
Nothing is left for you now 
Having to live with this terrible certainty 
Praying is all you can do 
It's vicious and crippling and slowly your life will end 
But how long will it take to save us from the plague 
With fatal convulsions the plague is reaching for us 
God knows! What will it take to save us from the plague 
Contracted by blood 
The virus can be in us all 
You're one of it's victims, but then thousands more 
And they won't be the last 
So many civilisations before 
The mighty, the proud and the brave 
The poor, the rich - Indiscriminate 
Soon they'll all end in the grave
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