By Ozzy Brown

A plague has enveloped the world.

Reaching the coldest peaks to the scorching deserts.

It has corrupted, brought its tendrils up noses taking hold of each slice of the mind.

The plague is inescapable, it forces conformity and change

It has brought ruin to small tight-knit towns and sprawling metropolis

It kills the weak, and empties the soul of the strong

There is no cure

but there will be an end whether through fire and brimstone

or the slow death

The plague will end

Even if we die with it, the plague will end

Nothing lasts forever

It is time to be reborn – to remember life before the plague