They carry it inside them

Sleeper cell of a viral kind

The spread pattern is out of hand

Waning chances of aversion

All control is lost by noon

Yet they still do not know

Covert is the contagion

Irreversible the infliction

In the way of science, you were so sure

That for this creation, you made no cure

A swansong for the epitaph

Carved to stone, as you laugh

Neural by its nature

Chemical synapses transmit the flaw

Propagate the behavior war

Enslaved to the virus we are

No vaccine to prevent it all

As a devised doom ensnares the world

Perfection with a poison hold

And by your actions we shall fold

For the deed you commited

A fitting reward is in store

As the day of days goes on by

You reach the eclipse of your own time