The 2 A.M Writer

Undead Right

Corruption has corroded her veins

Triple bypass is long gone

Her arms have fallen from the sky

Down towards the deepest hell they fall

Millions scream while the Millions chant

Downfall of serenity has been coming

The darkest joke has become the bleakest sunset

We are in the beginning of a dead wave

But, we will not fault in our supposed damnation

We will rise forward from our deaths and fight till bone turn to dust

Never to fall and bend back to the past

We have earned our medals, not our repossession

This will not be our final sunset

We will rise from the ruins in gold

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