Concequences

Corpses lying on the ground
Tragedy is all around
Deathly pale
Without Florence Nightingale
Illness seizes us
Gives us boils full of pus

I'm so ill, dearest

Birth took all my energy
- Name the baby Tiffany -
Raise her for me
Teach her, let her choose what she should be
I won't be around
Never make a single sound

I'm dying, dearest

This war was their idea of crowd control
Didn't care about the fear in the heart of every soul
Killed my brother, father, mother
I then found you, there is no other

Goodbye, my love,

I'm dead.