Go before twilight and they won't trace your footsteps
Keep your hood up, your zip up, and hum a little dubstep
The zombie wind is coming far afield
Don't look back, and never ever yield
Avoid the stone path lit up by the moon
Don't hesitate, don't complicate, I will see you soon.
The zombie wind is coming now
Looking for fresh meat for their pack
Hurry, quick, before you become
Just a midnight snack
Remember, little kiddo
That I have your back.
Go now.
Run.
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Anarchy
PoesíaAnarchy. A swirl of topics: emotions, allusions to history, social issues... And somewhere in the maelstrom comes forth rhymes and prose. Note: If you can't be bothered to read all the poems (quite understandably), I've starred the better ones.
