From awhile ago...

A pile of corpses decay, falling apart
A lone hero on the top, a hand on his heart
He waits for the time-tempting kill
and the camera pans back, time for the thrill

A city in ruins, here lies the ash
A a suicide bomber and a cocaine stash
The downfall of our town and village
One-thousand terrible zombies rape and pillage.

A work of fiction
Here lies our lives
A terrible distinction
One-thousand homicides

Red eyes directed on the old and meek
Drooling mouths, flavors of the week

A work of fiction
Here lies our lives
A terrible distinction
One-thousand homicides