Impending Doom Poem by Patrick Tincher
Impending Doom
With an outcry of 'brains' zombies shamble about
Rotting flesh decaying on bones
Broken ankles
Missing arms
Corpses walk to eat the living
Sounds of bloodshed and tearing flesh
Hell had no more room
The dead rose
Mors est rex
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