An Illness

Inflicted with myriad of these

They're unstoppable called disease

They come with life, it doesn't cease

Deaths and sufferers only increase!

When you catch one of those

Suddenly you will feel its throes

And you'd be deadened with woes

Making highs a lot more like lows!

So we say a prayer here and there

To ameliorate the ones who suffer

Depending on the pain that you bear

Comfort can require a tranquilizer!

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