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For mercy we count our blessings

While hoping that goodness can be found

Nothing but the eyes of emptiness

Behold a zombie nation

Lifeless, souless, boundless in threads

Connected to sever our lives



Running through darkness

The sky offers no light

To see the destruction at hand

Hordes of the undead

Swarming around red dots

Stupified in their own right

But who are we to judge the deceased?



Tactics for shotguns and missles

Pointless in the efforts to seek

Freedom from a city lay dead

Through the airport they ran

Smoldering wings incinerate to dust

The last ride out just crashed in



Watch as it lights their way

A golden moment of hope

To run for the freedom they seek

Gates closing before them

Much like everything else in life

Too little, too late