Sacred Age - Left 4 Walking Dead Rough Example For Reference

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    One Day Life Was Messed Up.
    These Days Its Damned As Hell.
    This Isnt 28 Days Later.
    I'm Left 4 Dead, A Surviver Firing Shells.
    Look Out, Over There, It's A Stalker.
    Living In The Land Of The Lost, Chopping Down A Walker.
    Act Proper & Stop Her From Dying, We Need To Make it To The Chopper.
    The Helicopter Was Conquered, Covered In Blood So it's Awkward.
    I Am The Last Talker, Even Though My jaw Hurts.
    Running Away From The Living Dead, Gunning At A Hopper.
    Smoker To The Left, Out Of Ballistic Vests,
    But I Think i See The Nest, Infected Scratched Me On The Chest
    So I Might As Well Neglect And Finish What They Started.
    Last Bullet Left, Aim To My Head.
    Pull The Trigger And Fade Like Noahs Arc Did.
    I Spark It, TN to the T.
    Striking Devils Who's Faces Look Like They Smoke PCP.

    I Awakened Several Hours Later In A Daze.
    In Later Days, Somehow Still Alive, Someway I Managed To Shake The Plague.
    Not A Mark On me, Surprisingly I Feel No Pain.
    Im I A Hybrid? I Know I Died Quick, Puss In My Spit.
    Fever Burning Up Like The Fire On The Wick.
    I Feel A Zombie Hop On Me To Get Me More Sick.
    But It Has No Effect So With My Fists I Inlict.

    So It Seems That Im Still Human, So I'm Movin To Avoid Being Ripped Apart By Vince Nueman.
    Jim Carrey Dressed Like Truman Televised By The Newsman.
    I Chose My Movement In Tune My Own Self Amusement.
    Balloons Full Of Cumin, Spices & Herbs.
    Take Flights Of A Birds, Run Nice With The Heard.
    Guns Splic In The 3rd, Heads Iced On The Curb.
    Feds Diced By The Horde.
    The Seprent Served By The Chord.
    I'd Rather Die Then Be Bored.
    I Light The Skies With My Sword.
    I Write These Lines With Accord.
    Despite The Vines And The Sores
    I Soar Divine With Thy Remorse.
    I Stray Way Off Of Course
    I Survived The New World With Force!

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