When we walk past cemetaries, we will not be afraid.
When we hear the creak and groans of the recently deceased, we will not run.
When they come up to us, we will stare them in the face.
We have never been afraid of the end of the world.
Every day seems like a war.
And every step feels like rigor mortis has already set in.
Some days.
But we will not hide in basements.
Nor will we escape in helicopters or boats.
We're in this one for the long haul.
And we always aim right for the fucking head.
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Words - S
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