Oh for the simpler times of the
Old time zombie apocalypse,
When a shot to the brain
Solved all the pressing problems,
When a decaying face
Showed readily the opposition,
When the heroes got top billing
And you knew where you stood
The moment the lights went out.
It’s all different now,
Fast or slow,
The nuance of good and evil,
The risk of trust,
So much more difficult to figure,
Like real life.
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