Horror of the zombies
By day I plot the downfall of society I devise devious plans of retribution Night falls and I am out on the streets Distributing my "political contributions"... No restaurant or cafe is safe...
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The bleak sun rises through the smog stained clouds The day begins in a very somber way The stench of the dead in the Manchester morgue The stench of sterilized deacay... The hideous signal... I open...
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Stench of death, the worm eaten flesh The wicked fires burn, I'm the last survivor left Trapped in this cage, locked up with the rats The vermin and filth, how long can it last? The cannibals dance...
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Wearing the disguise of the working class I use my occupation to fulfill my desires, When you're dead you'll be mine at last You cold, naked body, recently expired How can I resist your sagging...
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Make love to your innards Lick your shredded flesh With relish I fondle This mutilated mess I spill your f**king entrails Nail a spike into your head Shove a sword down your gullet Until you're...
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I work for the streetcleaner When the work day is done I bring home some organs For some late night necrophiliac fun... I clean up the toll of the highway mishap Blood and twisted steel are dnine The...
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Strolling through my boneyard A ghoulish midnight stride A walk among the corpses Fills my heart with pride... A score of screaming victims To me they scream no more Forty or four hundred, I've lost...
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