They rush the barricades. One by one the defenses fall.
The call for reinforcements falls silent on already dead ears.
The call for help only falls upon enemy faces.
They rush in.
Polluting.
Ravaging.
Tearing apart all they can find and tossing it to the wind in savage hurls.
I remember a time. I remember a time before this.
When life wasn’t full of these savage attacks.
They seem to come with no warnings.
Any makeshift defenses thrown up into their path are ripped aside.
But it wasn’t always this way.
I remember.
Remember a time when I was healthy.
So appreciate the picture of a battle in terms of sickness. Very apt.
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