The day of the dead lies ahead

It's not some fairy tale

Or fishy legend

Or a wives myth

Or even a widow's legacy

It's disease

It's plague

Something worth striving for

And fighting for

With natural consequences

It has all come down to this

Ebola

Why should we worry?

UH

I dunno

what if:

We kiss someone or hug or come in contact with whoever is infected or even had recovered and had only nine or less years to live

But then,

We'll always have memories

But never the real McCoy

Because

God has intended it that way

It's his plan

So who am I to judge?

Reality....it Is a bitch

It Is a plague

It Is a disease

Get used to it

Before it gets used to you

The end