The Fatal Illness

I’m sick! I’m ill!
I’m going to die!
I cannot be saved
So don’t even try

My nose is running
Away down the street
It cannot be caught
I live in defeat

I’m coughing up boogers
A sea of green goo
I must have the plague
Or some weird robot flu

My body is aching
My limbs might fall off
I’ve swallowed a smoker
Or at least his gross cough

A dragon is here
Inside of my gut
It’s shooting brown fire
And smoke out my butt

What should I do?
I’m dying of death
And I’m taking you down
With my evil sick breath

This is it! I’m done!
I’ve reached my own end
But give it three days
And I will ascend

…Jesus style…

 

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