Flesh, mutated,
minds at ease.
Ease of a world,
that would have never let them be.
A poison ran through the world,
a poison of life.
Wrapped in a silver lining,
bloodily nice.
Mutated beings walked the Earth,
they rid us of all our despair.
World hunger, crime, and sufferings.
How could one suffer if everyone's mind is the same?
Poison, humanity, did have a cure.
The cure to the world was no other
then the Zombie.
