Everything can seem hopeless
When brains are the same as meat.
I'm surrounded by zombies
So it's not game over yet.
I keep my word like a sword.
The war against fools unfolds.
Upon a mountain of gold
They are played with souls like toys.
They don't afraid of lightning,
Of mushrooms that reach the sky.
They aim at self-destruction.
That's all, greenbloods! Run or die.
We will cleanse the earth of you.
We're legion for we're many.
The fields yellow, the sky blue
In the world where we're happy.
At war against greenbloods
© Copyright: Марк Каратанов, 2023
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