if i have been chosen to die in this
biochemical warfare
i will wear my badge with honor
i will stand tall and smile
until the last ray of light hits my face
i will carry my flag proudly
and never order a white one
i will fight until i can fight no longer
i will breath until every last breath is taken from me
        and then
i will fight some more
for i will never stop fighting
not even ages hence
when i am but a memory,
a tragic loss in this horrid battle
where the battleground is my house,
and all around us is the cemetary
i will not go silently into the darkness of the night
and i will not stop raging against the virus that put me here
and as i gasp for oxygen the final time,
i will smile,
        content
                that
                    i ever
                            lived
                                    at
                                        all