Dead
Dead.
Dead are the bodies lying in the street.
Dead are the feelings in my heart.
Dead are all the soulless bodies moving around.
Everywhere you look dead and death are all around.
Look left and you see corpses.
Look right you see them.
Look forward therefore and don't hesitate.
For if you do you'll surely be devoured.
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