It was raining
And I looked down
at my bloody hands
without any pain .
The zombieland ,
Of the games came to life
And without batting his eyes the man killed his wife .
She roared at him ,
dead
Lunged for his life ,
Now infected .
And he hit her with a bat .
The grocery was down ,
The rat ran down the road ,
Eating the dead ,
&
Some dead moving like the broken record.
And on the que my sister
Turned into something
I wished she would become
My lord !
She truly became the blood sucking witch .
I survived among the moving dead .
I loose my mind with a little sense left .
It was raining ,
I looked at my bloody hands .
I ate my sister's brain
Cause she was dead
And morally -
My mind said it was correct .
My spine erect I hold the butcher's knife
Ready to fight for my life
With my sister's blood in my hands .
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People have come a long way and in the name of moral they can do the unthinkable .
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