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Food for worms

Unresponsively hit the

Floor

While tolerance

Can’t call

Poor is the choice

Of mutated voice

Axe switched for

Knife

No rifle

Zombies around

Attack on sound

Of clear rebound

Attached to wound

Round up

And regroup

Still in low

Capacity

Tree shells

Two will hit the

Target

And one is for me

I don’t want to be

Undead parasite

Better dead

And food for worms

Can’t complain

There was better days

But it stays

Behind

Torch is burning off

Now I relay on nothing

It is better this way

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