Run run run,
With all your might,
But in the end,
We’ll win the fight.
We never tire,
We never sleep,
We are undead,
The living we reap.
It takes but one bite,
Then the job is done,
Soon you’ll turn,
And join our fun.
We’re creeping in the alleys,
We’re limping down the streets,
Always on the hunt,
For our bloody treats.
You ignored Romero,
But the bell now chimes,
And don’t bother running,
For this is the end of times!
We are zombies,
You are the few,
Once you’re bitten,
You’ll become one too.
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holy crap! I love that poem! It's awesome! Thanks for the comment and vlad took my breathe away too. And when I mean took my breathe away I mean I was laughing so hard when one of henry's brothers friend bit into his food and barfed. I laughed about that for an hour! Anyway he does take my breathe away and I have a picture a picture of the third cover to valdimir tod chronicles:http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/89/m_91df4bb0d59bb4a2fdc567a83970500a.png
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