hearken to me leukocytes,
smite these invaders to smithereens!
make sure they all die or at least kept at bay,
and you shall claim your rewards tonight, in revelry!
after tomorrow's night,
let us make a secret pact.
let your defenses be overrun,
a few battle can be lost!
but but but but! make damn sure that the war is not!
woe is me, the plight of NSF,
wanting to get sick at chosen dates.
unfortunate for me,i couldn't pick,
i could be a great orchestrator
arranging the timings of my body's battles!
if only i have conscious control of my cellular brothers.
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