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The Corona-Serpent on the Metapole

Look!
There  
 
on the hill's pole of alarm
where we crucify one virus  
to save us all
 
healing silver lining kills
more than one perceived  
stealth enemy
 
Fevered cry
Oh Revolution!
 
Rather an ounce of prevention  
than 30 pieces of silver
for a gravestone  
 
Let the fire burn your bones...
 
Cleanse you the dross
and all its fecal matter
with an untamed fever
Written by EdibleWords
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https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC4145646/
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