From the lecture,
To and fro;
I felt a breeze grow in texture;
Upon my neck it did start low.
Only did it grow mighty;
The one thing unbearable in sight;
Oxygen was given rightly;
Yet all grew in the night.
Awakened by pain;
Unflinching but sain;
Underneath the skin it came.
And through demeanor of such the bugs did uphold;
By which came thus a deathly hue;
Was found myself untold;
Something unfathomably new.
Proclaimed sewn dead;
The scientists could have fled;
But in time they fed until not more but said.
And in science through religion,
There designated in sight I found two;
The bacteria still arisen;
A couple of the remaining few.
However the statue did crumble;
And the dream founded began its fumble;
Myself created so humble.
Simple science ignored yet again,
In hopes of declining,
That evermore sense of dying through man’s hatred for a can’t and love for a can.
We tried to save this world,
But all we found was disease in the air;
The place now a desolate tear;
Of which we are bound in the gnarled.
I am alive, one that lived. Through oxygen man thought of glory and redemption; but by simple science, the bacteria grew with the purified air. Yes, I survived, yet so did they, and no longer do I have sense of surroundings, nor of senses in physicality.
I survived the savior; will you?