FEVER!

It start with a warm welcome,
Saying hi, coughing very calm,
Like a ninja in Edo period War,
Marching in a stealthy car.

Then the invisible fire burn,
From leaves to branch waiting in turn,
Once the heat reach the roots of all,
Masters of troubles seems to call.

When the fire reach the highest point,
Like a pathetic coward infront of a sword point,
When it feels like everything will crumble,
Even the greatest of greats have no choice but trembles.

The fire does not end there,
If one think so, then he is wrong in every way.
It will reach inside; deep down,
Making one's day upside down.

It gives sensation of a nightmare,
mock you down like everyone care,
Wrapped in a carpet bending your body,
Like lifting trophy for unfunny comedy.

It makes you weak at the knees,
Messes your head like the bees',
No one want to be this way,
Trust me, I am aware.

Written by: Cristwever Wong
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