Threads of hope vs. The Angel of Death

My broken heart is all wrapped in fear.
Not even time to shed a tear.
My mind ponders for the people we have lost.
Wondering, What is to be the Final cost.
My ears have heard what the experts have said.
When this is over thousands will be dead!

My eyes have seen some heroic things.
And this is why our healers should all be given wings.

My mouth has not said much you see.
It been waiting to find out what is to be.

My feet are planted firmly still.
And six foot away so I don't kill.

When the fear starts to loosen it's grip.
And the Angel of Death is back in his crypt.

This is when our hearts may start to show.
And the blood in our veins will start to flow.

SO grab a needle and START TO SEW...

You will definitely start to feel the drain.
And your body will most likely feel the pain.

Don't worry...
The threads of hope are strong , you see.
They will also help

Bind You To Me!!!


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