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[aid] => mick
[title] => An Incident On Plum Island
[time] => 2004-06-16 19:49:33
[hometext] => Ah, Plum Island is a government island/lab off the North Fork of Long Island where they viral and bacterial experiments
[bodytext] => Dreams of love An unknown spark ignites. Fast asleep Yellow gas begins to leak. Fast asleep Winds its way through the walls. Dreams of you At the switchboard fast asleep Awakened when his console Begins to vibrate and bleep. Too late, through a crack’d wall’s hole A yellow death fills the room. Down the hall, the cleaning man Starts to gag, and drops the broom. Yellow gas He clutches at his throat. Silent death His eyes bulge then explode Black angel Blood erupts from his mouth Killing force Poison races down the halls Sirens sound the alarm but Everywhere, every man falls. The first level airlock is shut. Melting faces sadly sob For help, for God, for mercy. Man’s own work starts its job, Viruses escape, now free. No more joy The virus spreads, infects No more hope Two thirds of Long Island No more life Within twenty-four hours No more God Panic grips New York. Fast. The exits are closed off with Only six hours left to last. In Dallas, they heard a myth A killer virus spreading Killing all those in its way Leaving the country dreading How many goodbyes to say. Super bug Corpses litter the streets Killer germ People rotting away No vaccine And nothing we can do End of times People panic, running wild I calmly sit on the floor Holding tight my only child. As rotting fists pound the door, I smell my Death, stale and sour. The girl dies within my clasp. When will we see the power Of life is beyond our grasp? Dreams of love Blood rushes to my head. Fast asleep And as I choke and shake Fast asleep I hold my baby tight Dreams of you [comments] => 4 [counter] => 211 [topic] => 13 [informant] => MrMojoRisin [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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