The right from wrong,
What you see is what you won’t believe
The voices around you says it all.
To close the doors to those who help
only believe in oneself,
who needs the doctor when the pain conceives
beneath the roof where peace was never
Only to see that the source of grief
is only You.
Get well soon, I say.
Those who you infect, slowly decays.
A virus never can be slain.
If you’re there, they are in vain.
– (c) J.M.P 2:03am