God only knows, what is in store,
For those who trod this path before.
Descending into, the loss of a mind,
Painful to see and much too unkind.
For that path, that does still descend,
Into a life, now lost into oblivion.
Roaring in, from the East it came.
An ill wind, that will ever remain,
carrying a virus, no plan in mind
except the destruction of today's mankind.
Ill prepare were those left in charge
to face the attack and heavy barrage,
attacking all without reason or rage.
preying on those who were of old age.