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survival
it's been days since everything went dark
and silence was replaced by screams and cries
turning civilized people into animals of rage
since then our world has slowly torn itself apart
i saw the cruel animals take my family and kill them
my wife raped and decapitated, my son burned alive
all this while they forced me to watch and laugh at me
as the days went by i managed to escape by killing them
with only my blade i slaughtered them and spared nobody
after it all i walked until i could find survivors
this is a game of survival i did not want to play
yet i have no choice, no matter how much i miss them
no matter how many tears i shed for my family
to kill myself would disgrace their name
day after day i scavenge and hunt nonstop
my once weak and fragile body became strong
my senses strengthened and became my weapon
it hasn't even been a year since i watched my family die
but every day i live for them seems like an eternity
and silence was replaced by screams and cries
turning civilized people into animals of rage
since then our world has slowly torn itself apart
i saw the cruel animals take my family and kill them
my wife raped and decapitated, my son burned alive
all this while they forced me to watch and laugh at me
as the days went by i managed to escape by killing them
with only my blade i slaughtered them and spared nobody
after it all i walked until i could find survivors
this is a game of survival i did not want to play
yet i have no choice, no matter how much i miss them
no matter how many tears i shed for my family
to kill myself would disgrace their name
day after day i scavenge and hunt nonstop
my once weak and fragile body became strong
my senses strengthened and became my weapon
it hasn't even been a year since i watched my family die
but every day i live for them seems like an eternity
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