Walkers beside wall,
live in dark.
They are staying,
in calm.
Walkers beside wall,
live in a big hole.
They are as a ball,
shooten here and there.
They are chasing,
everytime and everywhere.
Running and escaping,
here and there.
Walkers beside wall,
don't have choice but,
only one distiny,
the death.
Why of this?
Try you the walker,
to fall the wall.
Don't walk beside wall.
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