When the zombies come,
I'll be prepared-
To look you in the eyes, my owl
as suns explode
and stars collide,
to tell you-
it'll be alright.
The zombies, crooked hearts and bones
Cannot be stopped with feeble cries-
For techno music leads them on,
And we are hiding here... alone-
Except for thirty zombie men,
Their eyeless sockets closing in,
Their fetid breath,
their teeth like knives-
Oh god-
I'm bit.
And so are you,
My zombie dear,
Our very hands are tasty now,
I will not munch your finger off
I only want to eat your arms-
And touch your hair-
My zombie love.
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ZOMBIEZZZ??? OHNO.
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