Gel Mibson

A zombie apocalypse poem lol I was bored

Hear my voice 

As I s**t out my thoughts

Before we depart

And rot into dust

 

Nine to ten

Death from above

The virus is spreading

As the victims are hung

 

Rise from the ashes

To corrupt the young

Drivers now sprinters

The battle we lost

 

Humanity doomed

By the flesh of the old

The signs were told 

As they eat our minds

 

Poison by blind men

Calming we're fine

The virus is spreading

My heart's bout to burst

 

Run to the hills 

Or live in a hearse