We always wished for something new,

But not for a stagger of walkers.

Imagine your child’s face turning blue,

From the dead with brains but no talkers.

A sight for sore eyes with skull and moan,

Rick Grimes fought through leadership addiction.

Hilltop, Alexandria, and Oceanside zones,

Protected by arrow at the hands of Daryl Dixon.

Lives were lost and babies born,

Others left to fend for themselves.

The apocalypse became the norm,

No one left to write for the bookshelves.

Crusted skeletons wither from harm,

Blood they crave and hunger resistive.

Hold up your gun Carl and don’t ever disarm,

We are the ones who live.

Alas every war spilled red wine,

Communities building up and teething.

A simple action can make the villain shine,

Glenn…Abraham…fuck you Negan.

We tried our best didn’t we?

Did we pass the test in God’s stain?

Can we sail to France overseas?

Find out who created the walking dead strain?

Rick sits under a tree,

Eyes glossy in the crying sky.

He begged for death, to meet Carl and Lori,

Helicopter sounds forbid him to die.

He huddled tightly in the earthly bed,

Trying to find his right path.

We are the walking dead,

My mercy prevails over my wrath!