The Red Death

The rabble made sick, by infection, so quick
 And left anaemic
 Aided by pests, the skin is made wet
 With fever and sweat
 Abdominal pain, 'cause the sphincter is strained
 And they're driven insane
 Blood is expelled, while bubbles all swell
 It's bacterial hell
 Ensconce yourself in quarantine
 Sanctuary for the people of means
 No escaping, no delaying, no refraining
 The red death
 No forestalling, no stonewalling, no mothballing
 The read death
 Extremities rot, from gangrenous clots
 And odious snots
 Choking up bile, and other tastes vile
 The tongue is defiled
 Torment is felt, covered in welts
 As their guts melt
 Bloodied sputum, and fingers all numb
 All will succumb
 Blue bloods in isolation
 Preserved from contamination
 No escaping, no delaying, no refraining
 The red death
 No forestalling, no stonewalling, no mothballing
 The read death
 Capitulate to plague by degrees
 Affluenza of filth and disease
 No escaping, no delaying, no refraining
 The red death
 No forestalling, no stonewalling, it comes calling
 The read death