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The walking dead
Each day they struggle, with controlling their sadness
They feel the progression, of everyone’s madness
It shreds the thoughts, that’re inside the brain
A battle with the mind, in order to stay sane
They only see the darkness, and never the light
Each day is a struggle, each day is a fight
They walk as the living, fearing the dead
The only salvation, is a shot through head
“Humanity is gone, it was broken and smashed”
They start to realize as another one is bashed
They gotta face the facts, their life is hell
A loud shot goes off, a falling shell
They’ve taken their lives, now it’s finally done
The living is dead, the walking dead has won
