Dead women

Do you see her walking alog

She seem to be singing a song

A dead body humming to a beat

It's too bad she's just dead meat


A gunshot wound to the head

To end the life of the walking dead

Pull back your gun, a grin on your face

Not any rotten soul in this place


The world has ended and so has she

All your loved ones, dead and free

You wish your life gone

But you continue to fawn

over our work of killing through dawn





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