No Point Waiting

no point waiting The ugly head of the pestilence has risen its head in New Zealand so, go and by a white sheet covering your body go to the nearest cemetery and wait. Whether children go to school or not are of little and the white smoke from factories a defiant scream on the oncoming. Humanity has finally met its match in the destruction what took us 200 hundred years the pest can do in two a couple of weeks. Throw away the face mask mingle with thee sweaty people people on the dance floor. Run naked through the town, roll in the sewers it makes no difference we are doomed. A pity about the dogs we leave behind they are too weak surviving in the insane the jungle the world has become.