Sometimes they see me. Other times they act like I’m not there. 

When they get sick. They damn the gods as if they had anything to do with it. 

I’m ancient. Older than their legends of gods and man. 

I’ve wiped out armies of men, toppled empires without thinking. 

I have no plan nor motivations. 

My existence is replication and destruction so next time you see someone coughing. 

Cross the road or you might be next.


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