Filth abounds nearly everywhere I look
All I see for miles is stiffened corpses
The stench of death has filled my nostrils
Overwhelming disgust begins to nauseate me
Putrid flesh hanging from dry bones
Hangs from the remains of zombies
As they continue to destroy themselves
This world seems more and more like a dystopian underworld
Death has overtaken nearly everyone
Humanity has become as low as mere animals
Distressed I watch and think to myself
"Will these bones ever live again?"
I cry out for the redemption of a race
That constantly attempts suicide
Will they heed the call to life?
Or will they continue to degrade themselves?
Will these corpses ever be brought to life?
Will they ever experience what I have?
hese corpses remind me extremely well
Of what I once was and what I am now not

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