It's CancerA Poem by BarryA vicious disease, killing with ease.
Tongue, lungs, brain, and heart,
you don’t know where it will start. Smoke, cigars, and cigarettes, they are all major threats. The answer, it’s cancer, an anti-enhancer, a super advancer, with one goal, take your soul. The answer, it’s cancer, an anti-enhancer, a super advancer, with one goal, take your soul. Slithering through the blood in your veins, creeping through your body causing pains. Most people will start to ache, others begin to break. One thing that we can assure, is that there’s no definite cure. It will only give you a fighting chance, be prepared for your final stance. You went to the doctors a week ago yesterday, and the results finally came in today. Everyone asks you why you’re crying, and you tell them its because you’re dying, of this vicious disease, it will kill you with ease. The answer, it’s cancer, an anti-enhancer, a super advancer, with one goal, take your soul. The answer, it’s cancer, an anti-enhancer, a super advancer, with one goal, take your soul. This vicious disease, It will kill you with ease. © 2011 BarryAuthor's Note
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