This human waste of the sloth at work
Is bringing me to a standstill bay
Keeping true to the brain dead strain
I flap through like a chaotic bull
The strain of virus is killing the sane
The mental run at streak with pace
I follow them with honest bond
Our group dynamic is at best the same
Helping me to unravel the mess
We strayed a bit to research the given
The virus had taken the most of the brain
The thought process had betrayed the sane
Even though with betrayed soul
We went ahead flapping in chaos
To find the treasure
To end it all
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