The Last of Us

Last remain of fearful crowd,

Who hide behind the wall of shroud.

Distant mourn their former life,

Of wretched plague that bring its strife.

Rabid wolves they feast the scrap,

With lessen time before their nap.

To us that stand the outside world,

Where death collect with chaos hurl.

Link: The Last of Us

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