Outbreak

The outbreak's taken a high price,

To chaos we are slaves.

Walking down the road to ruin,

We road that we all paved.

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Everything's in short supply,

Nothing is for free.

The virus infects man and beast,

There is no remedy.

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Umbrella's greed has cost us much,

Both the living and the dead.

We plough on, we persevere,

But all we feel is dread.