I Am the Zombie
What has one become?
Do as the monster chooses
Mirrored in the eyes
Where did it come from?
Short circuits and blown fuses
A malfunctioned mind
What does it want?
The daemon of abuses
No reason or rhyme
How will it end up?
One or the monster loses
Madness sublime
When will it be done?
A zombie's scars and bruises
Will kill him in time...
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