Sep. 8th, 2004

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Forwarded from [livejournal.com profile] marcusclay

We shamble around
The undead, things of nightmare
We eat spicy brains

We rise from the earth
Seeking that which we now crave
And smelling like ass

We’re held together
By the darkest of magic
Damn, my arm fell off

We plague the living
Our hunger know no true end
Damned low carb diets

The more that we feast
The greater our numbers grow
Like Shriners, but worse

We cannot be stopped
We shall consume all mankind
Now give my arm back

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