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The Real Walking Dead


We are living among the dead yet they don't know it yet
 Through darkened tunnels of logical persuasion with evil minds that plug
 The destructive measure of mankind having eyes yet not seeing
 In a shade of blackened features with the strong stench of death

 A horrible moment in time with riots in our street
 Through protests & the urge to be heard
 The real walking dead having viscous fangs that bite with fright
 In black gallows leaching through the desolate corridor

 No mere merciful fate so out of date
 Evil minds that plug destruction scorching their brain washed minds
 Out of reaction to the voting scene the world of mean
 Satan is running rampant through the back woods and the street

 The real walking dead what is going on inside our head
 I felt a funeral in my brain let me be the first in which to explain
 They have eyes of tombstone in their head
 The poets have longed for the passing of such a crowd

 Each of us must learn to possess a fresh perspective amidst their kind
 A pulse at the heart should light the spark in what I been waiting for
 There is blood in the streets spilled out for all to see
 This is my humble plea let go and let God take over !

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