A fire can die as easily as me,
The sun could explode very easily.
The sky could fall at any time,
What may be yours now could easily become mine.
Stand by what you love, unless you are too broken,
Then stand aside with me and inside your souls, let the doors open.
Many may cry at the deaths of your souls,
But most should welcome the eternal cold.
If your heart beats, that means nothing,
If your heart bleeds, that is everything.
Do wonder if death is fun?
Find out for yourself, and tell everyone.
The ghosts and shadows that hide in the night,
Hold you down and bask in your cries.
You continue to breath, but you’re not alive,
You continue to rot, yet you cannot die.
What are these beings called? Zombies, undead, human, whatever you choose,
Yet the fact remains that humans are in a war with the world,
And They Shall Lose.
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