Zombies
Zombies,
walking amongst the undead.
Mindless,
no thoughts in our heads.
Waking,
to a daily dread.
Puppeteers,
controlling without strings.
Humans,
who fall for everything.
Giants,
crushing like fleas.
We,
who are to blind to see.
When,
did we become Zombies?
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