• The Undead


    One day you wake up
    Wake up to see the world
    Once a safe place
    A haven for us
    Now an unholy plague has come
    It has come and changed our world
    Our departed family and friends
    Are now walking again
    But now they are brutes
    They are no longer family
    They are only evil
    For this plague
    Has brought them back
    But at a deadly cost
    They are now the undead
    Unholy beings
    That have escaped from hell
    And now bring their anger
    And hatred with them
    Once before friends
    Now our true enemy
    They hunt us down
    And as they do that
    We hunt them down
    We must fight back
    Fight our we to will die
    Die and join the brutes
    Brutes called only the undead
    But we have one thing
    One thing those beasts don’t have
    That thing is intelligence
    Our thought have meaning
    Meaning of creation
    But the thoughts of the undead
    Their thought are only of pure destruction
    Destruction of man and hunger
    Hunger of flesh and meat
    They may have escaped from hell
    But they don’t have souls
    And because of this fact
    This one fact
    is what tells us
    That the undead can never,
    Never be human again
    And because they don’t have souls
    They act like animals
    Wild, rabid animals
    So they are treated as such
    As animals
    Hunted around the world
    Hiding in every dark corner
    Waiting for the right time
    The right time to attack
    Attack and kill
    Kill anything and everything they can
    Everything will die
    Die and be brought back
    But no longer of this world
    But something else
    Something now dark
    Dark and evil
    And hungry
    And now it wants to eat
    Eat everything it can
    Even the living
    For its hunger is infinite
    So no matter how many die
    Nomatter how many become undead
    They will always search for food
    And the food they eat is us
    Living breathing humans
    that is what those unholy beasts eat
    The flesh of the living
    Now the world is a battlefield
    A battlefield of war
    A war that will determine the fate of man
    Not only man but the world itself
    A war of humans Against zombies
    Now the 6 billion living
    Are fighting the
    Uncountable undead
    Locking themselves in there homes
    Hiding from the undead
    Spending their last moments alive
    With their family
    While a immense horde of undead
    Slowly march and groan down the streets
    Sending fear into the hearts of everyone
    Causing a chill to creep up their spines
    As they hide in the closets
    Hoping for a miracle to happen
    Hoping that they will live another day
    Another day as a human
    But no one can hide forever
    Not humans
    Not the undead
    No one can hide
    And eventually someone will win
    Win this war
    And finally leave only one race
    The humans
    Or the undead.