It Started Low

 From the lecture,

 To and fro;

 I felt a breeze grow in texture;

 Upon my neck it did start low.

 Only did it grow mighty;

 The one thing unbearable in sight;

 Oxygen was given rightly;

 Yet all grew in the night.

 Awakened by pain;

 Unflinching but sain;

 Underneath the skin it came.

 And through demeanor of such the bugs did uphold;

 By which came thus a deathly hue;

 Was found myself untold;

 Something unfathomably new.

 Proclaimed sewn dead;

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> The scientists could have fled;

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> But in time they fed until not more but said.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> And in science through religion,

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> There designated in sight I found two;

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> The bacteria still arisen;

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> A couple of the remaining few.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> However the statue did crumble;

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> And the dream founded began its fumble;

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> Myself created so humble.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> Simple science ignored yet again,

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> In hopes of declining,

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> That evermore sense of dying through man’s hatred for a can’t and love for a can.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> We tried to save this world,

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> But all we found was disease in the air;

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> The place now a desolate tear;

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> Of which we are bound in the gnarled.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> I am alive, one that lived. Through oxygen man thought of glory and redemption; but by simple science, the bacteria grew with the purified air. Yes, I survived, yet so did they, and no longer do I have sense of surroundings, nor of senses in physicality.

I survived the savior; will you?