Contagion

 "A picture's worth,

A thousand words,

Tell me, old lady,

Why are your eyes so blurred...

An H-Zombie core,

To Venom and fro,

Of crimes and high treason,

Where then do you go?

Glorious affiliations,

A Venomous glow...

Tell me, since Never Forget,

Why did you never know?"

Poetry