Legacy
by Steven Ormosi
These infected have left us undone
Expectantly waiting behind a shotgun
We’re racing and racing and racing the clock
And pacing, and thinking and acting half cocked
But before the day that they take our last
We’ll bury our dead and honor the past
One final stand will have to be made
They’ll bring their teeth, we’ll bring our blades
Though try as we will to win in this fight
They’re tirelessly working to prove might makes right
So now it’s our time to ride at the sun
And our unholy children will snatch up the crumbs.
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