Like a zombie i walk.
Like a zombie i'm mute i don't talk.
My face not a pretty sight.
My teeth blood stained and you they are ready to bite.
A zombie i am.
A beast who does harm.
A devils disciple.
A killing bullet from satans rifle.
Like a zombie i walk.
And you, yes you i will stalk.
See you soon.
Under the silvery moon.
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Author:
Wallace (
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