Sickness born with life

She is a careful and patient shadow

Man's faithful enemy

Unceasingly transformed, rebaptized



Behind a different mask

I know it's always the same face,

Always the same eyes greedy for agony

Always the same compassionate ears

Listening to our moans,

To our heartbeats



Passive and disinterested

Like an infidel wife

This cold and wet mouth

Will give us the very last kiss



Death is red,

For those who experience her torments



Bound to death like a daughter to her mother

She gives her mass graves overflowing

Of sketched life, of projects and hopes



What's good to see her so active



Abandoned, in the arms of another plague

Humanity slowly disappears

Someone prays, some others cry



What's good to see her so active