Ghosts
Do you see the Lost?
They wander in every street,
having paid the ultimate cost.
Cold hearts unable to beat.
They pass everyone by,
unable to touch.
They see only black sky,
any light is too much.
Misery is in overflow,
They share it with a wicked smile.
Upon strangers no love they bestow,
it is not their style.
Beware the Living Dead,
selfish and unfeeling in their insanity.
Beware the disease that is easily spread.
Behold Humanity.
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