Several Religious groups believe that once Hell reaches its maximum capacity,
The banished souls are forced to return to their rotten bodies here on Earth.
They also say these empty souls actually crawl from their graves and join us again among the living.
Many actually believe this has already begun to happen.
The most unthinkable outcome is coming to existence,
Straight up on some Horror-Science fiction.
Here i sit, with a hammer in my hand
same hammer that I used on the porch to kill a man.
Well he looked like a man, but his face was half gone.
And his eyes were all red and he was crawling on the lawn.
Tried to reach for me and bite me,
so i popped him in his dome
with a hammer in his forehead, and watched his head explode.
Sheer terror i was splattered with blood and went into shock
'till i noticed 50 more of them coming around the block.
Back inside, boarded up the doors
They're outside banging like they know im the main course
Reinforced the windows they coming through in 2s
14 in the room and im panicking
like what the fuck can i do?
Over Powered and outnumbered knowing that im gonna die,
'till i stumble to the floor thinking, "How will i survive?"
When they're all around you
now your under they surround you
how impossible they found you
now they're RIPPIN EATIN, TEARIN YOU APART!
Now your cold and bleeding,
They surround you they're still feeding,
You can feel your heart still beating,
RIPPED OPEN, SAYING "HOW WILL I SURVIVE?"
Im trying to run through the branches and thick woods
But They Kept on coming circling me like wolves.
I kept on running trying to hide from the light,
and hope they couldnt see me confined in the night.
I hope that Shady was right,
cuz when he blessed me,
he made me a solid promise that zombies will never get me
I hit the canvas like a starving artist
tripped over some branches,
and my head hit hardest.
I gotta get the fuck up outta here regardless,
or im just another corpse they gonna leave here harmless.
and i can feel they're finger nails digging my carcus
pulling my left arm completely out of its socket.
I feel the blood pour and pool in my pocket.
They roll me like fire and nothing can stop it.
I feel a hand reach deep in my chest,
pulling out my insides and eating of whats left.
Now I'm dead and roaming the country side.
Ribs showing, spreading sickness like alive when i hunger
its the truth
I killed a man inside a phone booth
ripped his arms off and slurped his blood like its tomato soup.
Teeth crunched through the crust of the cranium
hear 'em kicking screaming hes getting weak
all the bleeding hes doing strainin 'em
its starting to ease the pain
starting to make it go away
the only option for survival is becoming a zombie
Unknown "BrachypelmaSmith" Rabid
- 16 years, 5 months, 18 days ago
