If the sight of me makes you ill,
And my name disgusts all people.
Then my symptoms should sicken you,
And make you weak and feeble.
I am destruction at its peak,
And hope at its low.
I am the toxicity of the world,
And of these poisons i grow.
The infectious disease that thrives beneath,
The core of what is habitually called society.
I grow on the uniform distribution of hate,
I spread like disease and i hinder like fate.
The aliment of tranquility or the embracer of calamity,
My presence brings tragedy and my appearance brings insanity.
I am the illness that spreads to every pore of your body,
And i love what i do cuz infecting's my hobby.
I am the concept that fills every fiber of your being,
And defiles it without any sense or any meaning.
I live underneath but I'm subordinate to no one,
I am feared and respected but hated by everyone.
No matter what cure I'll be here and that's a fact,
I am the disease of civilization, and my name is Anthrax.
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