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The implantation of disguised fragmented seeds,
not of the procreation variety, no,
the venom tainted filled sort,
unwillingly injected into the neck.

just a slight skin tear, nearly painless,
but enough to let the ravenous disease
spread from cell to cell and back again.

within seconds a new version has formed,
transconfiguration... vein filled spores spread
and mutate into a full-on virus that has
convinced the entire circulatory system
that the disguise is truth, and turns against
itself, and begins a vengeful heart attack.

believing with certainty-
the blood pumping muscle-
is the cause of it all-

but all is not what it seems,
as is usually the case in matters of the heart.
if the first falsely infected cell
had treated the penetration as a rumor,
the whole catastrophe would have been avoided.

(and the innocent heart)
(would have remained unscathed)




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