Gentle.
Ever so gentle.
The nudge became a push.
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Had one enough to struggle,
enough to curse the way,
unworthy to escape,
broken fingers entangled to pray.
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Pierce me and kill me,
suffer me no more,
unlike the hundreds dead inside,
I wish to leave this shore.
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Tolerance is a broken vessel,
where people try to care,
but zombies are the rule now,
here love is turned to glare.
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Color holds no value,
only sway among the dead,
where any form of thinking,
is shunned and put to dread.
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Lay me down to disappear,
to go away; so far away,
till none of it is anymore.
For good among it all,
has gone so far astray.
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