A society of humanoids packed in boxes,
Breathing into the arms of existential crisis,
Walking through alive men;
As if,
this territory exists in post zombie apocalypse society,
Greenery, plants & life all appears pale;
The child who came to get some sweets for his family,
Will he earn them
Or
Run away back to his village?
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