Rough Draft.
Nothing to look forward to
Drowning in your loss of hope
The streets have been flooded
the city has been choked
Life is lost, but half is unknown
Pushing forward through the corpses it's every man on his own
As I look around
People bow thier heads toward the ground
Trying to find hope, that thier family would be found
In the sea of filth and ( Read more... )
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