The Real Walking Dead
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No mere merciful fate so out of date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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