is not bias,
it infects everyone,
one by one ,
until no one!
the sickness,
is like a madness,
a soft caress,
there are no symptoms,
just a nice feeling,
of peace and flying!
it drops like your hot,
everything begins to rot,
oh! you need another shot!
you're caught,
dark moments in a labyrinth,
with a no way of getting out!
getting better is harsh,
all over it hurts with a rash!
itching, begging for a scratch!
a possession that,
inebriates to perfection,
extinction the intention!
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