This is deliciously mysterious,
And the fans, are here and read.
We are entertained,
Whilst they are pendulum.
As the cross bow tightens
And the foot grips.
I would rather be eating apples
Than springing targets to my head.
Oh come away, come away.
Who can say, who can tell?
Let us roll along like a Swiss.,
Or I shall ice likes an Arctic.
In cancerous cells
We viper and squeeze.
We are quantum cellus;
Combatants for good
Who swell ranks for the legions.
We kill whatever we are asked to.
There are few rewards, but still,
We slither and smoother and choke.
I fight alongside my comrades
Killing so you might live.
We corpus opus on you behalf.
We are your antibodies.
Christopher Thompson (c) 2018