War
life in the world of the living dead is gone like a dead flower
and my un-life is starting again like the rising sun over a
field of scatted bodies , the smell is like no other. the war
was over before it started and the fight was one way , no
survivors, no victors . just death. it wouldn't have happened
if not for the fault in man , if not for the greed we all share
we have ended this world and didn't see it coming like a
blind/def man on the tracks it hit us head on. in this hell
that is repetition we all die and come alive again in the
morning
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