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day forty seven
THe Project's now been classed as a Global Threat
Evacuations were planned 2 days ago
But no one has come for us
So this is my resting place
if it weren't for having a mind
and being fully nourished,
I could easily be classed as one of them
Just, Hollow shells wandering the streets.
The Inner city has become a battle ground.
Places of authority a crumbled mess,
Their once shining exteriors are burnt by the fires of last week.
Mighty Towers a smouldering mess.
It's why i like to stay inside nowadays
Not be cause I feel safe
Because I can sit in the quiet away from the howling
Human race That runs
outside in the streets like there's something to live for.
Living, a word thats lost all meaning now. Because what i'm doing is surviving.