• One, two, three... 5,700,
    And that's just one day!
    My pet, my toys, my little experiments,
    They drop like flies, one after another.

    What strange creatures they are.
    They know of me and yet still,
    They commit that which spreads me.
    They do nothing.

    No I don't need it not me.
    It can't, it won't, it couldn't happen.
    Well guess what little, naive child I don't discriminate.
    It matters not to me your age, race or creed.

    They can't find me.
    I am a master of disguise.
    I am aids.

    I am the bane of your existence,
    Your maker,
    The Grim Reaper of the modern world.