Genesis of Nemesis


Is this the end of Genesis?
Or the beginning of Nemesis?
With bats flying about
And humans locked out.

I smell contagion creeping
While we were yet sleeping
Humanity punished for insanity?
Calamity! I hope our fight ain't vanity.

We are no more fearless
Animals mock and name us: senseless
There is sorrow now
Because Corona blanket us like snow.

My breath fly with every cough
I never thought it be this tough
Now I look forward to freedom
Freedom in the creators kingdom!

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