Ugly, horrible, bloody, and gory, Your faces shrouded white and dead. Bodies moving with missing limbs, Following and shuffling ever so slowly - but steady!
You were someone's friend, a relative, perhaps a stranger, Come to haunt and torment us this day. But - we know the secret to your demise, A swift hit to the head will suffice!
Burn, I say, burn them all, Before more like you appear again. We're fighting the walking dead and each other, As we try to stay alive another day!