A Bit Too Altruistic

Convinced it's the end of the Earth,
You ordain yourself a saint of your work
Your lab is filled with sweat and lament
As you fervently calculate the needs of your defense

You fear some outbreak so great
That a permanent sick day could be humanity's fate
So a rift grows between you and your friends
And it threatens to sever your familiar threads

Because, oh! But what if the speculation is true?
There's no time for leisure when you're evading doom
"Oh, this toil simply cannot fail!"
You think as you wait for your project to come of some avail

...

I'm sorry you invented a cure
I'm sorry you invented a cure
I'm sorry you invented a cure
For a virus that will never evolve

I'm sorry that you will never know
I'm sorry that you will never know
I'm sorry that you will never know
A life closed with apt resolve



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