VOICE OF EBOLA VICTIMS., by Faith Edoja Subscribe to rss feed for Faith Edoja

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.
Posted: 2014-08-09 16:26:53 UTC

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