There was a man with the cure For teh darkest plague, So obscure. Now, he rests at the bottom of the lake. He had a vision, Thae wish to heal; Making a wrong decision, He refused a irrefusable deal. The medecine man wanted to share his lore, To heal the world, The rich and the poor; And now, he rests in his own gore.
Reason for writing:
There was a case about a nigerian doctor who realy found the cure for AIDS, but he never returned (MIA) from the meating with the leading pharmaceutical companies...Make your own conclusions....
Birth sign: Cancer
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