Another day trapped inside,

This year feels like a century,

Death visits as we try to hide,

Living in our penitentiary.

Some people don’t understand,

“It’s all a hoax!” They proclaim,

The Horned God takes them by the hand,

As they wonder who is to blame.

Lucky ones survive with pain,

Thankful to take short breaths,

Lungs recover from a Hurricane,

As they watch other deaths.

Survivors know it’s not a joke,

How close we came to the end,

Pitchforks brandished by townsfolk,

Children playing pretend.

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