....Walking Corpses....
The sun bearing down, taking aim
Taking, with its hot scorching flame
Walking corpses, looking for shade ~
A life for a Soul, soon they'll trade
A Soul for a life....
The beginning of their pain!?
Choking on ashes, upon invisible plates
Porcelain castles, with a storm on the way ~
On the way to their ashes, the end of their daze
The Sun bearing down....
And taking aim; taking, the turning
Of their turning away; away?!
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....“Walking Corpses” ~
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