Albert Wesker Poetry

Deceit

Eyes of orange and red,
The humanity now bled.
The viral infection,
Of induced affliction.
A power so hungry,
Made S.T.A.R.S no boundary,
To the ambitious uprising,
Of this man’s devising.
All will become pawns,
In games of endless borne,
Of lies so bittersweet,
From Albert Wesker’s deceit.