The world will come to an end
Zombies will arrive from the dead
Running in a massive group
I will shoot off their head.
They come in the dead of night
Arriving from above
Taking everything from us
Only to retreat as silent as a dove.
You feel them before you see them
But then it's too late
They tear open the ground sucking everything in the deep abysis
A tragic everybody hates.
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