No it burned down. You're alone on an empty plain, it's dark and you're surrounded by zombies.
Well I guess I get to recite poetry to zombies until I die.
They're a better audience than you faggots, because at least they don't walk away when I start reciting.
☜(ˆ▿ˆc)
I'm invisible
Invincible
Imbibing
Truth is in the finding
Rewinding in the chaos
And the mayhem
Sometimes way off
Unless I have a snipers nest
Where I share the vipers best
And then you lay to rest
Way off
Welcome to chaos
Heaven and hell are games
Remember your perverse shame
And wither in oblivion
You will remember my name
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