poem i wrote about zombies

you look at the world in disaster
just look in their eyes
white as plaster

They come at you with infinite hunger
this disease is their only master
if someone dies you better run
go and find a gun
and put the axe through the wall

they come from the grave
with the need to feed
so run grab your weapons
stare death in the face
and put that axe through the fucking wall

theres one way to stop it
this endless hunger the mindless disease
just take your shot gun
put a round in their head
and they will drop dead