A small poem thingy
It's a wonder to live, it's a wonder to die.
It feels good to shiv, it feels good to lie!
Left to rot, left for dead
Kill the lot, and eat their heads!
Back from the grave, returned to haunt.
I'm here to stay, and that ain't no taunt!
To taste blood, a deed most foul
Get kicked in the mud, and and given a scowl!
The smell of flesh, the shattering of bones!
Play along lest, he be dethroned!
Causing anarchy, stirring chaos
You may say it's malarkey, I say it's boss!
I have lost emotions, all train if thought!
Yet my killing still in motion, and I've yet to be caught!
Spreading it to others, bringing them back!
Even teh mother's,send them on attack!
A walking corpse, I may be...
But of course, I am a zombie!
