The Cure

CHORUS:

Your nose runny, you Weezing,

Coughing and Sneezing,

Pneumonia symptoms,

with a Winter Seizing.

The bug in you,

it's not the Summer Flu,

But if you go Achoo,

I'd say God Bless You.

Your Immunity's Down,

lasting all year Long,

Like water in the Lungs,

on a Breathing Drown.

1.

I know the Cure for Covid, ,

but I can't reveal it Yet,

Not a Pharmacy, a Prophecy,

told to that Ghetto Prophet.

Locust flying carrier Drones,

from the Abyss Midst,

In a reality Horror Flip,

I already wrote about This.

The Fare paid in the Dare

is the spread of the Share, and:

The 'No Breath Health Death's',

the infected Lungs Nightmare.

CHORUS:

2.

A many Stories Written on,

the Forbidden Smitten Rate,

The Numbers Calculate,

I know the Interpretate.

In Books of Visional Looks,

the coming Devastate,

A Viral outbreak Infiltrate,

to Detonate the Populate.

The no Breath left Death,

Dissipating your Health,

By a Covid Variant Virus,

bottled up on a Shelf.

But:

CHORUS:

It's Karma in Bee Swarms,

put in Needles in the Arms,

But I know the real Cure,

to Stop all the Germs.