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I am a microscopic dormant organism who lies wait for the right circumstance.
A perfect environment...
Until that time;
I rest; I wait.
I am invisible.
Dark here; alone.
Oh, there are others
but we don't communicate;
...not yet.
Once our big day comes...
...if it comes...
We will all shout out!
And, run like mad! Jumping, leaping, hoping to find a ride.
Pleading!
Might we be strong enough to endure the harsh surroundings?
Please!
Then, and only then,
do we microbes work together
to change the outer world.
Maybe for good;
...
maybe for bad.
The final result determines the outcome.
Oh, but,
...
we will change
the outer world.
We don't think,
we are "bad."
We just ...
simply change things.
Hurriedly, before the host is made aware.
Once the big hurrah occurs,
we grab the ride.
Take it like an ocean wave and will fight each other for the prize.
The prize is our mother host and she's where we nest. In her warmth we nestle, in her we drink life sustaining fluids and in her we absorb her perfect atmosphere.
Our hope? To land there.
This new land is where we give rise to our offspring!
And, now,...
at this time
the outer environment
begins to express its violent dislike
of our occupation
and invasion.
Here the war begins...
We love it!
We latch on trying to duplicate and replicate ourselves as quickly as possible.
So, expelling us?
Likely, impossible!
We are warriors!
Ready for battle!
Armed in magnificent armor!
When the outer world realizes an attach has happened to the mother host,
it will bombard us with chemical warfare trying to stop us.
But, we are strong and we fight fervently.
We won't surrender easily.
Cowardliness?
Never!
Warriors until the end!
Once we mutate
and change our shape and appearance;
we disappear.
Hard to fight
what is seen.
We are crafty, clever and tiny.
A master of disguise,
so, it's been said.
Our mutations are beautiful
in appearance
as we change shapes...
like camellias.
We hide in masks of many colors and designs.
Our beauty has baffled the outer world.
Though I'm not certain of our purpose, it has been said,
"when the hoedown starts, ride the wild stallions of resistance
and surf the giant tsunami waves,"
then, the battle will be understood.
We know our purpose.
Warriors on a mission,
We will interpret, fight!
We will change.
It doesn't matter!
It's all in fun!
We're changing the outer world,
one cell at a time...
The bigger purpose?
It's unclear.
No comrade has ever returned to tell.
Only rumors from cells in the dark dungeons of isolation whispered tales of
post wars..
How and why we were created?
I don't know.
We just are.
We serve a purpose.
We fight for our right to exist.
We want to LIVE!
To live in a host of the unsuspecting outer environment,
a mother.
This is what we know.
We follow reaction.
We know when it happens.
We cause it to occur.
We have a reaction
that is to replicate
and duplicate
more and more.
Faster and faster!
We are not wilting flowers.
...
I am a virus.
sent for a purpose,
I follow commands'
I ask no questions.
True:
We make the stallion buck higher and harder.
We cause tsunamis to boil with strength.
And as we have heard,
We bring humans to their knees.
We serve a purpose.
Created.
A lesson for wise men,
a hurdle,
a grip,
painful,
a lesson of warfare.
James 5:10
"The prayer of a righteous man is powerful and effective."
Genesis 20-26 The Lord God made every living creature and man. Man is to take dominion over all His creation. (paraphrased)
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