May 9th, Avenue Theater, see me for tickets.


PoS zombie poem thingThrough hell I have ran Past hordes ov the dead The moaning and screeches Have perforated my head.PoS zombie poem thing
I watched as they fed Upon numerous folk Screaming for help Till, on their own blood, they choked.
How I have survived I could not tell The floodgates, they opened And out poured pure hell.
I simply ran past And the corpses did growl With a slow, shambling pace And stench terribly foul.
Tearing away limbs Ripping through flesh Eviscerating, eating They hungered for death.
Bodies
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