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Crawling through a ditch in the woods, two arms gone and
a blood lusting thirst hits
harder than a gang rape in
prison. I'm turning into a
zombie. Throwing up mucus and
pus in your face before I eat
you like a buffet of fried
chicken on Black church
Sunday.
Zombie.
Lars.
Pass me the brains.
