[WP] "When there's no more room in hell, the dead will walk the earth." Heaven filled up instead. Kind and orderly zombies mill about amongst the living.

Life has’t  been the same round here. I wake up, take a shot and join the mob. As I walk with these god forsaken souls. March with um towards hell , March with um towards heaven. At least they’re going somewhere. 

     Used to think Gods don’t give a man his direction, so a mans got a find his own way to walk. I never did, a world with so much, but I keep asking why. Why  so vast, why so empty. Living life, as ticking time bomb, We only wonder what happens after. We wonder where our souls go. We wonder where our bodies go. We wonder where to go.

As I march, I find peace. “Why March”, I ask them, but they don’t respond. What I viewed as a message may just my own self disillusion. Everyone went back to their way. They got over the horde , this world hasn’t changed for them.  Just an inconvenience to their green eyed world. The horde did  create a new industry of zombie extermination. People taking god’s gift and crushing it for their green dream.

My dream is not green, while gods servants march the land. I’ll march with them.. To the green eyes of man, I’m just another inconvenience. But for my brothers, I’ll fight back. Mindlessly living without any purpose besides money, they think were the zombies.
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