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Filth abounds nearly everywhere I look

All I see for miles is stiffened corpses

The stench of death has filled my nostrils

Overwhelming disgust begins to nauseate me

Putrid flesh hanging from dry bones

Hangs from the remains of zombies

As they continue to destroy themselves

This world seems more and more like a dystopian underworld

Death has overtaken nearly everyone

Humanity has become as low as mere animals

Distressed I watch and think to myself

"Will these bones ever live again?"

I cry out for the redemption of a race

That constantly attempts suicide

Will they heed the call to life?

Or will they continue to degrade themselves?

Will these corpses ever be brought to life?

Will they ever experience what I have?

hese corpses remind me extremely well

Of what I once was and what I am now not