Prosecutors Everlasting Bane

Creutzfeld-Jakob progresses in its progenesis

An uncommon, encephelopathic neuro-degenerate

Initiates the imminent demise of the recipient

Treatments and procedures with contaminated instruments

Widely believed to be received in the form of incisions with

An often incorrectly autoclaved piece of equipment

With a prion dance on the blade of it, as the technician slits

A set of staves upon the soon-to-be-considered invalid

Tubes, wires and machines beeping with a dissonance

Only ever reminiscent of death, in my experience

Cold sweats, muscle fatigue and a loss of interest in

Retaining basic motor function, will to live diminishes

Dizziness and vision skips Rapidly deteriorated

By the development of the dementia the condition gives

Can't even muster up the minimum cognition to pick up a pen

And write your own name by the very end of it

And just so you know, you can't take anything that matters to you

Down here, with you when you go

Do you even know, up or down after you go in the ground to decompose

And help a patch of weeds to grow

They hate it when you go They miss you 'til they don't

The day they put you inside a hole in the ground, its all for show

The prognosis on your brain, written in the folds

Blossomed into the impermanence every person will know

As the cruel hand of fate dishes out another sick joke

Who can relate? This is not how you planned it to go

So sad to say, as the pains snatched away

By the hand of the prosecutors everlasting bane

(The prosecutors everlasting bane)

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Aphasia, forgetfulness, ataxia, the symptom list

Is growing more severe with every second you get riddled with

This incurable ailment, sporadic, in how it implements

As you unexpectedly slip away from all distinctiveness

Body tremors, night terrors, watching your family mourn you

While you're still semi-cognisant, slipping into insignificance

Unable to communicate your final thoughts as you give up

And give in to your final abilities, all diminishing

Acceptance is beginning with relinquishing resistance

To the malevolent folds of the disease you've been infected with

No treatment has ever been discovered as effective, in reversal

They can only slow the symptoms down, a little bit

As much as you would like to get what you think you deserve

Which is instantaneous death, it gives itself to you in increments

In advancing conditions, an indestructible army advances

In its incessant mockeries of modern medicine

And just so you know, you can't take anything that matters to you

Down here, with you when you go

Do you even know, up or down after you go in the ground to decompose

And help a patch of weeds to grow

They hate it when you go They miss you 'til they don't

The day they put you inside a hole in the ground, its all for show

The prognosis on your brain, written in the folds

Blossomed into the impermanence every person will know

As the cruel hand of fate dishes out another sick joke

Who can relate? This is not how you planned it to go

So sad to say, as the pains snatched away

By the hand of the prosecutors everlasting bane

(The prosecutors everlasting bane)

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