Tragedy looms,
I watch the spreading graphic on the news
Mapping out the virus’s path from Athens to Cancun
Recent divorcée, sitting in what was once ironically called the “family room”
Pacing back and forth, wearing the carpet down from the traction of my shoes
Brain spazzin cus we’re doomed
Should of been weary of the homeless’s signs scribed “the end is coming soon”
Now it’s too late…
Haven’t been able to get in touch with my ex or the kids for two days
Damn whats next I’m feeling anxious and shit
a banner flash across the screen news breaking and shit
Humanity gone crazy from the virus it’s making me sick
People attacking one another, eating faces and shit
I head to the rooftop lugging my rifle, infrared scope and a crazy grip
press my eye to the scope and I aim for the fences
Four heat signatures come across wavin and shit I breathe steady and wait a bit
And right as I pull the trigger, I hear “Daddy hang on! Wait it’s-“
Too late
What a tragedy didn’t that end shitty?
The camera pans out and a sign says “welcome to raccoon city”
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