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In terrorizing visions, I see virions of greed;
icosahedral capsids vaster than cathedral domes
and, wherever they hover, poverty erupts and bleeds
while selfish vectors shelter in vermillion dollar homes.

You see tribal bible troubles bubble, like buboes and boils,
as hatred’s red death spreads across the Earth;
a hive devouring varroa, destroying all the royal
sweetness and light of love, life and rebirth.

But we shall see the lymphocyte of sympathy at last,
not the rusted feet or switchblade lips of Christ*
but the consciousness that we are one; one body which is vast
and we’ll cast out winter future’s poltergeist.

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*In the book of Revelations, it is described that
Jesus has "feet like bronze glowing in a furnace"
and that "out of his mouth came a sharp double-edged sword"