What's in those faded eyes? Does any soul look out? Trapped in this human guise, does just a monster shout? Can anyone foretell or anyone foresee What hand shall strike the bell and where we then shall flee? I thought I saw the sun, but where's the morning gone? I know I have to run, but I cannot go on. The dead have risen up, and now the living die. On us the zombies sup. I know not where to fly.
Zombie Apocalypse Poem
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