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We are surrounded by the lifeless whether it's the corpses in red or the horde of feeding undead we don't see any niceness in all the ways we have bled so an idea pops in our head to leech the likeness of the zombies instead of what's righteous. A possum parades around in the trash it's called young and brash by those it evades through darkened paths that harken back to wild ways we should've passed. The possum pals with predators to avoid the hunters then those gun toting meddlers have the gall to wonder why they got themselves a runner when everything is a red alert then The Battle of Fort Sumter. We track the terrified critter and stone it a warning from a Kentucky poet: when society is at its lowest we'll pray for atonement not for original sin but being given a life to give instead we fight with shivs this how the lifeless live.
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Mar 18, 2022
Mar 18, 2022 at 4:38 PM UTC
Lifeless
We are surrounded by the lifeless whether it's the corpses in red or the horde of feeding undead we don't see any niceness in all the ways we have bled so an idea pops in our head to leech the likeness of the zombies instead of what's righteous. A possum parades around in the trash it's called young and brash by those it evades through darkened paths that harken back to wild ways we should've passed. The possum pals with predators to avoid the hunters then those gun toting meddlers have the gall to wonder why they got themselves a runner when everything is a red alert then The Battle of Fort Sumter. We track the terrified critter and stone it a warning from a Kentucky poet: when society is at its lowest we'll pray for atonement not for original sin but being given a life to give instead we fight with shivs this how the lifeless live.
andrew-rueter
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30/M/Kentucky
Mar 18, 2022
Mar 18, 2022 at 4:38 PM UTC
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