The world burns fire the guns sing in choir a vibrant vicious death knell sending zombies straight to hell.
Tearing through undead ghouls the chainsaws soaked in bloody fumes ripping through undead flesh undeath is old but the feelings fresh.
With a tomahawk to their head the walking dead'll be seeing red but with shotgun out, locked and loaded gonna be some zombie brains exploded.
So remember to bring your biggest gun that way a chore will be such fun 'cause those zombies want to chew your bones and you'll kill nothing throwing stones.
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