Plague of epic proportions has taken hold
Bodies lie in the streets stacked to the heavens
Deaths hand clenched around swollen throats
Set ablaze to contain the contagion

Bloody mucus flows from the infected
Emaciated crawl on crooked hands
There backs arched in agonizing wail
"What have we wrought?" they cry

Synthetic Pathogen
Preforming at maximum efficiency
99% chance of certain death
Only the dreamers shall remain

No solace as their life ends
Agonizing torture as fluid fills their lungs
The captain salutes as they pass
Waiting for the arms of sweet death

Hemorraging from every orifice
Eyes cataract and blind
Wrought of their own construction
Mankind has successfully ended his time

But what of those who remain?
Adrift in a sea of the dead
Basking in their mortality
They hear two distant cries

(one the soothing call of a mother
the other the maniacal laughter
of the dark man)

Welcome to the world of Project Blue
Welcome to the land of the dead
Welcome to the field of hope
Welcome to the city of the dead

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