Char! Ah, to smash the head Of the undead! So glorifying would it be Like personified simile Of a murdering seed! Low and high I cannot let them live But I'll sure help them die (For mankind has not survived) By and by, the human race! Do not be hasty The blood on your lips may not be yours (Though might be tasty) Abhor the Ghouls And the fools That say we can all coexist In this zombie apocalypse ----------------- Destroy the DINH Defeat his lowly stink Inject the morose glue That evil is so allegeric to Oh between these pillars, nigh The young, we watch yawp, not cry And we pick up our shovels in droves And are haunted by danger being cast By beings not yet ten years old And some say that we are being tested! I reject this mercifully For their souls (if there were souls) Are fill with lead And they are not alive But only the living dead So, I ask, come with me Into this madness melee Pick up every weapon, every tool Loathe every fool That say we can learn to coexist In this zombie apocalypse. There's a seperation cause I wasn't sure if these were gonna be two seperate versions of the same poem. -Jesse.
I liked the bitterness of this piece, very morbid. I thought that "The blood on your lips may not be yours" was a great line.