The Living Dead
The living dead, think they’re alive
Trapped in a fear prison
Thoughts centred on wealth and sex drive
Yet feel their soul’s risen
Human form a facade
In darkness they do plod
Distanced from love and God
By desires led
The living dead
17-August-2022
Quietus
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