Revenge:Zombies

They talked of angels with wings white with glory yet slit my throat while I knelt before them covered in both dirt and bruises. My smile flashed just once more because I knew that hungry gnashing teeth chattered just outside their makeshift door for just a taste of blood. Screaming monstrosities angered in oncoming vengeance. Weak sheep just right for slaughter would make a mighty fine meal. Soon judgement would rain down in her greatest form.Nothing lasts forever after all when the world would give her final devouring strike against the cruelty of mankind.

I embraced my death with honor….because I no longer had to taste hell.Everyone I loved were all ashes taken in the shit storm.Pain had poisoned the well of my veins and I did not mind being sacrificed for their sick cause but damn how I wished I would have gotten to see them all be torn to shredded remnants.To bask in their misery as it unfolded.The ones whom hid away while the deserving died brutally…now there was nowhere to hide.Not a place to run…..The devils they were terrified of now thrust forth to chew and grind their tender flesh to tethers.

Zombies….Decomposing brain eating bastards…but for once I was happy to know they were coming for the assholes whom started it all….no way were any angels coming to save those dickheads.

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About Into Oblivion

It's a midnight Kiss from Hell A sweet spell that Poetry sells to my shadowy mind I just like writing random poetry and shit
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