Zombie Rose Bushes

I have wrote like this forever.
Poetry dead like a rose bush in early January.
I want to create a novel, a story, a biblical expression for the life I aspire
My tale would be magnificent lies.
I believe.
I truly Believe…in nothing.
I watch natural disasters and get excited.
I crave apocalypse, zombie attacks, fires, floods, hurricanes, and basically the end of days.
I would rather battle for drinking water than quote another benefit for living the mundane.


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