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Poison wastelands have become the venues too blind to see what they're doing no cure for the zombies sickness is spreading too rapid for control. Open your eyes fate is here. Time is running out as the anti - venom becomes your enemy open your eyes fate is here. Watch the dead walk the earth watching the dead walk around. Fabricated friendships will hit the ground and i'll be there to hear the sound as you fall i'll be there to witness your demise your gasp on me will slip as the blood cells burst. It's too late fate is here. Kill zombies. The dead still walk around. From Letras Mania