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Apocalypse

Apocalypse

Tell them of the apocalypse,
That spread across the earth,
Tell them it is the worst one yet,
Since back to the time of birth.

Tell them of the ghosts,
That wander through your town,
Tell them of the panic caused,
When the sky came crashing down.

Did you follow the experts,
When they said to do this and that,
Did our finances crash and burn,
When the seats were empty, flat.

Will there be a cure for this,
Only time will tell,
Will you arrive at heaven's gates,
Or will you go to hell.

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Being Me

This virus is scary! I am trying my best not to think about it. Read just last night that a totally fit and healthy guy who was no way "elderly" had died. He was a paramedic and he had told his wife not to worry...that he would be okay... he was dead by the morning ?  This is getting sooo scary. And they say that our government is aiming to allow 60% of us (U.K) to go down with it to get herd immunity( hate that word). So if 80% of infected have mild symptoms and 6% get it seriously bad and 2% of those will die...taking into consideration the population number in the UK....that's a hell of a lot of people going to meet their maker ??

Stay well!

 

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Glen Hill

You too, thankyou for the comments, it is scary indeed

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