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Journal Journal: Zombie Battle Hymn

(Since my personal page isn't up at the moment, and since I wouldn't want to pay the bill for a slashdotting, I'll post it here. If you want to post it anywhere, please let me know first - I just like to know where my stuff ends up. BladesJester on AIM or hollingshead at gmail dot com)

Again, this is to the tune of Battle Hymn of the Republic.
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Mine eyes have seen the coming of another zombie horde
I wish they'd go away but instead they come toward
I'd hoped they'd just give up, but undead do not get bored
They just think I'm a snack

Zombies zombies are undead
Zombies want to eat my head
I grab my pump shotgun and I put a hole in one
But the horde comes for my brain

I see that I'm outnumbered and I try to beat retreat
But everywhere I go is the sound of undead feet
Normally I don't worry, but my brains they want to eat
This just can't be good

Zombies zombies are undead
Zombies want to eat my head
I grab my pump shotgun and I put a hole in one
But the horde comes for my brain

One of them gets too close, so I punch him in the nose
Doesn't do much good; I just get gunk on all my clothes
He just stumbles back and starts again to close
I withdraw again

Zombies zombies are undead
Zombies want to eat my head
I grab my pump shotgun and I put a hole in one
But the horde comes for my brain

I get the drop on one, so I stab him in the back
Too bad for me his friends come and join in the attack
The legions are too much for me alone to hack
so I should run and hide

Zombies zombies are undead
Zombies want to eat my head
I grab my pump shotgun and I put a hole in one
But the horde comes for my brain

Somehow I get away and I hide inside a house
Try not to make a sound; be as quiet as a mouse
but of all my dread bad luck, my fear I cannot douse
So they can smell me here

Zombies zombies are undead
Zombies want to eat my head
I grab my pump shotgun and I put a hole in one
But the horde comes for my brain

A zombie rushes up with a crash against the door
The wood starts giving way; my fortress not secure
The first one shuffles in - followed by some more
My odds don't look so good

Zombies zombies are undead
Zombies want to eat my head
I grab my pump shotgun and I put a hole in one
But the horde comes for my brain

I level my shotgun and I shoot one in the head
It's the only thing that really kills these damned things dead
I shoot another round and dive behind a bed
Then I hear a *click*

Zombies zombies are undead
Zombies want to eat my head
I grab my pump shotgun and I put a hole in one
But the horde comes for my brain

Being out of shells, with my hands I must now fight
One gets through my guard and my flesh he starts to bite
The life drains from my eyes and I walk into the night
suddenly craving brains

I'm a zombie. I'm undead
and I want to eat your head
You may think that I'm deceased but on your flesh I will now feast
I will taste your brain

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