Ancient Disease

 Ancient disease

Taste a portion of this potion

Feel it's bite of the Jaws 

Does it sound as stressful as a useless law?

As if standing in a stream with leg of wound

Bounded by a tape of lethal worms

It will drain but our own blood into us

While driving our life out of us

Fatal! Facal! Lethal!

Oh our wound! Our naked flesh! 

Sad how ants were our surgeons

Succeeding in surgeries only when lost their head in a bite

Not any where else but to our skin

How a pity to remedy from the ancestors we worship

The ones who lived to serve are of a better record

Wine to the gut and herbs for the muscles

You got! No rot! Forward walk!

Can the past be without the future

Or our history useful without our present

Can we live without God? Or survive without a plot?

Being thoughtful demands an empty mind

As good health need some dead leaves

I heard you say they're fresh: don't forget they're dead

Life springs from strife, no literally but solely

Carrier! Seater! Awakening!