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April 2020, New York City

from The Mask by Bill White

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My wife is on the front lines
In this apocalyptic war
The casualty rate in her brigade
Now stands at one in four

Some die from the fever
some die from the fear
Sime de from the heartbreak
Of the loss of those so dear

Somme junp out of windows
Some overdose on polls
Sone folks kill each other
Thank that will cure their ills

Some are intubated
Some die in the street
Others die as loved ones watch
Them struggle, then to cease

Some doe in rebellion
Some die from the cure
Some are saved, only to die
when the killer returns

Today my wife was tested
And her test came out clean
So for now we are protected
Still I fear what tonorrow may bring

Its not only my family
but the family of man
Falling through the glass of time
Like so many grains of sand

And so we ask the question
That has been asked before
By creatures who once walked the Earth
And dont walk here any more

Are we being wiped out?
Are we being wiped out?
Are we being wiped out?

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from The Mask, released May 23, 2020
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