ARMY OF PESTILENCE

So many of you
So few of me
It would take too many of you
To defeat the strength of me

Pestilence, is a description of your kind
Where did you come from this time
The spray will show me a path
So hot, so bright
Too right for you

Know you could never take me
Sure in your hearts you can't win
Why doesn't it make you crawl in shame
Why won't you just give in?

Praying for mass genocide
Swipe you away
You don't fall down and die
Ugliest creature on earth
Most hated by all
Leave me alone, you had the nerve

Conservationists, Buddhists
All people alike
Want to wash you away
Hoping you will all die

Not heroes
You fear those
With not even a heart
Diseases
Don't need these
Tiny, lonely miserable flies

Make me admit
You get to me
I lose my temper every
Time that I see
You hovered over my head
Circling me
I'd conjure up the devil
To rid myself of you

You can't be real
There's not that many of you
Safely say we'll rid the world of you
Back when you didn't exist

8/12/98