Dear SeraPhoenix,
I would apologize
But somehow I can tell you don't like liars
Although lying as dormant for as long as I could
Hiding as well as I did
The hiding and omission could be considered lie anyway
But what I can truthfully say about everything
Is that the pain I caused you...well, it wasn't personal
You see, I did my job
Hate me, I don't care
I'm used to haters
But my job is to spread
Anonymously, mostly indiscriminately, uncontrollably
Your conquistadors of past learned from me
I use what I am to take what I want
You silly vessels think you are figuring me out
But I am the world's best ninja
Remaining shadowed to reappear when you think the war is over
No matter how hard you try, you research, you test
You may rid yourselves of me...for a while
But until you correct the errors of your own ways
I'll find myself back where you least suspect me
Yes, the errors of your own ways
Does it surprise you that I am mostly your own fault?
Did you think those poisons you put in your bodies would not harm you?
Did you think the rise in obesity and my growth rates were unparalleled?
You recklessly share your fluids with others
Take in radiation like your pockets are full of uranium
But blame me, that's fine, I'll take it
Ahh, that's right, I do spread through progeny from time to time
You call it "inherited genetic mutation"; I say its my evolution
Just like you, I want to be here too
So I grow and I spread
Again, its nothing personal
But my payoff is worth more to me than your suffering
And I have a job to do
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