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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required A horror is born Star of the show, The Zombie Go and break a leg… One, seemingly whole Sound in mind, body and soul Unaware the toll The exacting price Sins of the genetic splice Specters claim last rights Starts off slow and sure Sneaking in through the back door The Monster is born It takes hold and grows The Daemon show is begun The Zombie is cast With a grand entrance The Daemon of Delusion The Doppelganger One is now possessed As the players take the stage Act one, Mania Act two, Depression Either act three or act four Schizophrenia Final act may be Rage, could be Anxiety Or Euphoria Catatonia Might make the final curtain But can’t take a bow The next performance When the clock chimes whenever The show must go on Deep within the shell There’s a desperate spirit Crying for release Trapped within a cell A creature double feature You, It, Them, Box…Keys? One personal hell Zombie infamous heaven A dubious lot Bottom of the well Bloody, scratching and clawing Too deep, slick and steep Daemons dance macabre Mind becoming a circus Carnival freak show Crimson spotlight bathed At center ring a vile box No keys, doors or locks The dance is joined fast By the Monster and the past The Zombie is last Torture all the while The Monster plays on and smiles You are now its child Time for blood letting Your mind you’ll be forgetting It’s the begetting…
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