| The sewer drain does not appeal The thought makes your stomach reel So you prepare now to fight Though you cower much in fright You look around for any gap And seal your choice like gift and wrap You see a spot and do flee Sword ready to taste zombie But as you run, one does leap You both fall down into a heap You push the weight off your chest But not before he bites your breast A chunk of flesh it tears out As you scream and as you shout Yet you push it away And start your path now astray Slowly, though, you do run From the wound that was done Your eyes they do flutter fast All hope now seems in the past Now the zombies circle near Death and pain you greatly fear Your hand lets go, drop the sword Closer comes the zombie horde The pain is too much to bear You cannot fight though would you dare But now it is all too late They swarm on you much too great You feel them eat as they bite And darkened grows your weary sight As your insides they do rend You know it now is your end |
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