A sting at a time

It’s to what eat us
that we must all build fear from.
First, the rising sun
then the sound of hurried death
either which way, we all fear.

We build a disease
and call it by many names
First is religion
Then heaven or hell follows
a man must believe in one.

What do we call it
A virus or redemption?
I’d rather not speak
as it has languished my tongue
all I can say is survive.

Ruddapoet