Fever Coming

I can tell you the whole story,
For it was I who had been the first bed ridden.
A lengend, a myth about treasure that's hidden.
I, a young lad, searched and searched,
But could not find where the treasure was perched.
I gave up, yes I did, and traveled back home,
But did not know about the fever to come.
It stikes the mind first, makes you insane.
Gently stokes at your brain.
Then with your heart as it talks to your stomach.
Telling you to kick the bucket.
The disease spread like fire, burning us all.
Then one by one, we all began to fall.

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