Apocazombilypse

 

The undead don't lie, for they rewrite the scripts

Then thrive, unalive, in the Apocazombilypse 

They're unstoppable, they're frenzied feeders

A corps of corpses, the vile, non-interbreeders

Ignorance is bliss, knowledge, nefariously dumb

For death's disease, turns to, thy kingdom come

So carriers, carried, and the infections spread

When the rubicon was crossed, lands, bled red

There was an apple in Eden, in a rustic orchard 

Twas a ruse to enable the mortals to be tortured

It's where the seed, was sown, in raptured rot

Now the infection's rife, and the blood can't clot

Ignorance is perilous, knowledge, stirs doubt

 The crazed knows neither, in sanity's drought

So the snarling infected, hunt prey in packs

To afflict putrefaction, and turn skin to wax

The undead don't die, they're unawake in crypts

For there is no afterlife, post, Apocazombilypse

A feeding frenzy will end, with no souls to save

In a cremation's fire, or in an unhallowed grave