Grotesque cylindrical steel protrudes in the sky

From their mouths poison permeates on by

The poison corrupts tear filled clouds turning the clouds themselves into disease ridden fluffs

Secreting their poison onto the ignorant mass below melting their skin and things much more

It is raining venom galore

Menacing steel trunks penetrates the atmosphere

From them pestilence charge into the air

The blood thirsty virus strangles the sun’s light

Not letting in ray of hopeful plight

Beneath the bodies choke, both young and old

Hope in this congested city no longer echoes

This man made fog betrayed the city’s beauty

What a gruesome fate, the Pale Horse gallops within her gate

Treacherous glistening tubes can be seen in the sky

From them a black plague invades on high

Down below, the people the blind people, Death says hello.