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Not living nor undead, left with no desires but to feed,

Shell-shocked from this world war, which we have declared World War Z.

Their minds, snapped because of what the have seen,

To join them, a painless second way out,

Growing stronger, deadlier than our foes.

Their minds, being held a captive,

Gave up, their humanity,

Lost souls, which still can be saved,

Free them from a boundless prison.

Rehabilitate them or kill them before it's us.

It's hard, to tell the stalker from prey,

So alike, we'll find out when it's too late,

The true losses, were those that could not be saved.

Their minds, being held a captive,

Gave up, their humanity,

Lost souls, which still can be saved.

No one can feel this aching, torn apart from a world I once knew,

I have been dubbed a quisling, to be saved, is my only wish.

The one thing that I hate about me, is becoming that which cannot be controlled,

God I've tried, sadly to avail.

Their minds, being held a captive,

Gave up, their humanity.

No one can feel this aching, torn apart from a world I once knew,

I have been dubbed a quisling, to be saved, is my only wish.

They have, feared me, dubbed me, a monster, quisling.