No juice for everything,
No more potential in Earthly matter,
The only sound speaking,
Plus the movements of organic beings,
Fighting over fresh food,
But don't worry that won't be lasting long,
Those are th'ones will be dying pretty soon,
Once the screams die out, if your door's still locked,
Creep slowly to the street,
Think about all those flocking to the woods,
Looking for things to eat.
What chance have you?
P'haps that's not the question,
Since no one knows how long they have to live,
How d'you feel 'bout your current position?
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