Poem -
In a Rotting World
This is the zombie Apocalypse
Not sure how I'm gonna handle it
Everyone I know is dead
All except for the voices in my head
I got my guns, I got my knives
But I don't know if I wanna survive
I'm not sureĀ which is worse to face
The undead or the cast aways
Rotting away in a constant sea of misery
Is this what the world's come to be?Ā
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