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I, Zombie, Part I: the Questioning

What has one become? Do as the Monster chooses Mirrored in the eyes Which Daemon will come? The fiendish mental muses Inanely arise Where did it come from? Short circuits and blown fuses A malfunctioned mind Why am I the one? The object of abuses No reason or rhyme Is it having fun? It rages and confuses Plays tricks and tells lies How will it end up? One or the Monster loses Forward or rewind Will it come undone? Medications one uses Can end its designs..? When will it be done? A Zombie's scars and bruises May heal over time..? And what does it want? A question that is useless The answers don’t chime… Who is the Monster? The Doppelganger muses. Who is the Daemon? Who behests the thing? Who in their right mind chooses? It’s the questioning

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