There is nothing left sacred.
There is only a ghost town
haunted by its undead evil.
When you forget what you used to know,
It isn't so bad being surrounded by this.
We've adapted and mutated
into thoughtless murderers
strong and surviving.
There are few left,
numbers grow weaker by the day.
There are no secrets -
the undead will outlive us all.
There is no happy ending,
only prolonged death
a waiting room,
a gruesome limbo,
forgotten by any creator
we could have once called on.
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