Cancer.
You taint me unconscious,
alone on this plain,
then do with my body,
through darkness and pain,
for i will not struggle,
and i will not cry,
i will battle on,
and make sure you shy.
Oh, parasitic creature of land,
killer of man,
leave our sanctuary,
leave us be,
for we cannot accept you,
it is we who whither before your wrath,
but our mutinous souls will never, ever surrender.
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