Hope in the Face of Infection

The worst things in life cost the worst part of us,
We fight and we fondle in the dark,
Despising what we think we feel under what we cannot see,
Tomorrow will disguise itself in a many splendored fiction,
But they will still hate,
Hate everything so absolute.

Tomorrow the world will find it is horror,
The zombies will feast on the everlasting flesh of angels,
And they will continue to be immortalized in this,
This so simplistic and obtuse day and age,
And they will gather,
Gather much moss.

So go and try and find what you may
And begin to teach the teachers what they say,
Make them hold true to the words they've told them,
And they will begin to circle in like vultures.
Too much time,
Time too little to plan ahead.

Hello, good friends, those that hated so easily,
Just tried to forget this place when the fates would allow,
Filling their hearts to the brim with delight,
In a schadenfreude type of ridicule,
Happy in the happiness, at the misfortune of a man's fortune
Castrating the strands of belief,
Belief in something higher than this hate.

So tomorrow, again, is the day to end all days,
To find the light at the end of the tunnel,
And speed past the train in the left turn lane,
And to take it easy, when it take the longest,
To bridge the gap between this life,
Life memoriam in a life memorial.