With his head low,
his life less eyes,
each time the zeal dies.
Lost mind,
lost will,
cold and dead skin,
bloodshot drooping eyes.
Corpse alive,
dead body,
dead mind,
Now rootless,
he's a mess.
He's put in the dark,
possessed through witchcraft,
lost his soul,
lost his heart.
He's lost his dignity,
his spirit needs to be set free,
the zombie.
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