It creeps and crawls,

silent as a dead man,

comes with no warning.

A giant green monster,

that can't be killed,

comes to envelop us all.

To leech the life out of every soul.

It forces it's way into your mouth

and burns down your throat.

The horrible killer,

the ghost of death itself,

come to reek it's terrible vengance upon us poor souls.

To obliterate happiness and hope,

to burn and destroy ever spark or ember of life.

The silen deamon....

GAS!