VOICE OF EBOLA VICTIMS.

So we are on death's list, being caught alive along the great ebola feast. Vain, not again shall i sit with my friends to jist,and my family,oh no, those whom i'll forever miss. So we had been infected,and if true that we still have life left in us, we have died thousand a time before our death.for skin,beauty and strength has departed from us. So we must hacken, to the quick notice of ebola ,our soul, our life is to depart from our stolen body,ebola's present temple and breeding palace. My lady,my love,my hero,my man, flee from me with great pace, as you will from death. Don't come near me when i cry,in emotional attempt to dry my tears. Don't come close to cuddle me no matter how loud i scream. My life is so done, i know i would go but i never have the knowledge that i would had help with parking and my departure. I thought i would leave in the night, when sight is blorred.same we all thought, when thoughts are senile, when hair turns gray, when age is ripe. So ,that was all a memory, but now, we are on our way, broad day light, being led by a tiny, yet mighty virus. Bounding our legs,hands, soul and spirit with chains of hemorrhagic fever. Let loved ones go, let life be done,although untimely, but please do let us leave,the living won't accept us but death awaits us,hell wil welcome us. Don't mind our departing echo,even when its loudest, to our wounds, please do not tend. But beware the virus,beware the fever that will drink the soul of the world. Beware the headache, beware the red eyes, beware the vomit that pour out plague on the earth. Beware the blood that bleeds out the life of the universe. Beware the virus that steals the soul of the living earth.