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Suddenly it happens.
Poison flowing like lethal atoms.
In your mind you know.
This can and will kill you if you let go.
To panic will increase the blood flow.
Yet brings adrenaline.
Stimulating the nerve system.
That keeps the heart pumping.
You feel your temples they're thumping.
This has happened before.
You see him the grim reaper knocking at your door.
You know the signs.
There is a cold chill in your spine.
First that infernal burn.
In you there is much concern.
Then it starts.
You try hard not to fall apart.
The race against time.
Will this take you in your prime?

In the next sixty seconds.
A cold sweat and tingle breaks out.
Then the shaking and hot fever.
Everything blurs yellow vision.
Then the numbness.
Your body goes limp
At this point if you haven't got treatment.
It could be too late.
You lose consciousness.
Just like getting anesthetic.

Eventually you come round.
Your feet not yet planted on the ground.
Your entire body consumed with pain.
You think I don't want to do that again.
The power of the venom from a tiny bee.
Can bring anyone to their knees.

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A Bee Sting....
Date: Tuesday, 4th March 2014 @ 01:00:05 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: RussellReinhardt
10:02:2014....

Suddenly it happens.
Poison flowing like lethal atoms.
In your mind you know.
This can and will kill you if you let go.
To panic will increase the blood flow.
Yet brings adrenaline.
Stimulating the nerve system.
That keeps the heart pumping.
You feel your temples they're thumping.
This has happened before.
You see him the grim reaper knocking at your door.
You know the signs.
There is a cold chill in your spine.
First that infernal burn.
In you there is much concern.
Then it starts.
You try hard not to fall apart.
The race against time.
Will this take you in your prime?

In the next sixty seconds.
A cold sweat and tingle breaks out.
Then the shaking and hot fever.
Everything blurs yellow vision.
Then the numbness.
Your body goes limp
At this point if you haven't got treatment.
It could be too late.
You lose consciousness.
Just like getting anesthetic.

Eventually you come round.
Your feet not yet planted on the ground.
Your entire body consumed with pain.
You think I don't want to do that again.
The power of the venom from a tiny bee.
Can bring anyone to their knees.

RR

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