Code Red Mutagen

Fever spike... system crash...
You downloaded the file...
Now taste the rash.

Surface glycoproteins—spike!
Under the microscope, they grin (grin!)
Replication fork... forks your lungs...
Another city's caving in.

Heparan sulfate, the docking port.
Uncoating the shell... (Reverse transcript hell!)
Ribosome, read the plaque.
Shotgun cough... can you smell?

The mask is a lie! (No!)
The vaccine is late! (Wait!)
You sanitized the doorknob... but you breathed in the fate.

Lysis! (Cough the pink rain)
Crisis! (Collapse the brain stem)
Phage the rage on a cellular stage—
This is the genome mayhem!

Patient zero... is typing...
Patient zero... is deleting...
Quarantine protocols: [UNINSTALL]
Life.exe has stopped... responding.

Herd immunity—math error.
Overflow the ICU.
Antibodies? Jigsaw failure.
Auto-immune... screw you.

I am the plasmid. I am the vector.
The super-spreader, the wrong direction.
You locked the shore. You shut the air.
But the virus is already there... (inside your motherboard...)

Wash your hands... of the evidence.
Burn the swab... delete the sequence.
The pandemic is over...
... said the virus to the hard drive.