Walls are closing all around me,
No one is around to hear my screams,
Sidewalks seem to collapse as I step,
Making it harder to see my destination,
Everyone I see is laughing at me,
Mindless sheep led by their shepherd,
No one is real in my eyes,
zombies walking among us,
Nothing lasts forever, even this earth we call home,
Crumbling in the cracks, are all of our hopes and dreams,
But as death washes our eyes, life still begins to roam.
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