Here in this house of endless bloodshed
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There is no air.
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We never sleep.
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They smell our skin a mile away.
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Shaken,
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I am the ashes in the ossuary.
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Careworn and lame,
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This threadbare brain
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Sends only signals of decay.
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If I can fall to sleep,
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Don't dare disturb my rest.
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Because it's been so long since it was safe -
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So I wait here, feeding on fear,
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With knuckles white and dripping red.
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Shaken,
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I face defeat at my own hand today.
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Before the end comes from outside,
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I draw it from within.
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The fog of war:
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God I Hope The Data Is Lying
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| Zombie Apocalypse |
