Zombie Zombie die Of course I had to cry Many will be infected Because of the resurrected If I have to say goodbye Everything will pass like a fly So these zombies eat We are there fresh meat I Lie Lonely in my bed Red flashing in my head Underneath my feet Lovely people are being beat Everyone will face the heat... When the zombies meet... A prequel #poem to Zombie My soon coming horror.
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