Zombie Apocalypse
The old bell chimes at four,
A sound no one could ignore.
The dead rise and the sky falls,
The pouring rain washing it all.
For this world is at the mercy of it's sins,
As death invites itself in.
Fate, oh my fate, hid me from this end.
Fate, oh my fate, let the world bend and break.
As a sword staked through the heart of an empty shell,
Left with only hunger and hell.
The survivers scorn through the roads
Near the Thames river,
Splashing as the old souls shiver.
The world in a war between life and death,
As it watches them take in their last breath.
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