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.
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