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Zombies they approach  to bad we can't be friends  This was my last thought As I load my gun This will be a blood bath And I may never survive  I am the last, destined to die by hand I used to curest I see her in the mob  Slowly approaching  Why rush I was doomed  I know it and so did they I faught for 7 years  And this is my end I am the last to see thair loved ones I wounder how they will live with out me I guess the same if I was the one that was victorious  **** this I yell"  as the zombies began to in case me I was never the one who seeked the crowed  All wayse the loner Dreaming for this day  Not hoping just knowing it will come to pass My end will be beautiful  I cocked my gun Knowing I wount need it but just liked the ilosen of my finally Being of a gun fight, We planed this Me and the once people who surround me All hopping it will never come But non believed it was unnesary  They was in place  The shells all in place  I slipped the wire under my feat And even though I could not see the liquid I know  It hit its home Zombies cried in rage Canines thrusted into the air Trying to cut the air  And I laughted  ****** was my favorite was my favorite wepen  I glanced above my head to see the net Filed with liquid hell It amused me that all the years I threaten to rain Hell on my enimeyes  I get to do it I hit the swich in my poket  I herd the flames hit the net  It will take 2 minutes for the flames To meet the c4  But the zombies had a different plan They rushed me  And all I did was take two steps backwards And the mine wint of without a hitch I lust a leg but that was enught distraction C4 inighted and turned the night alive  I had made my last day of life Hell And I smile The end is now I closed my eyes And waited  For my firy demise  To welcome me
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Mar 30, 2012
Mar 30, 2012 at 6:22 PM UTC
The end.... ( not finished and unededed)
Zombies they approach  to bad we can't be friends  This was my last thought As I load my gun This will be a blood bath And I may never survive  I am the last, destined to die by hand I used to curest I see her in the mob  Slowly approaching  Why rush I was doomed  I know it and so did they I faught for 7 years  And this is my end I am the last to see thair loved ones I wounder how they will live with out me I guess the same if I was the one that was victorious  **** this I yell"  as the zombies began to in case me I was never the one who seeked the crowed  All wayse the loner Dreaming for this day  Not hoping just knowing it will come to pass My end will be beautiful  I cocked my gun Knowing I wount need it but just liked the ilosen of my finally Being of a gun fight, We planed this Me and the once people who surround me All hopping it will never come But non believed it was unnesary  They was in place  The shells all in place  I slipped the wire under my feat And even though I could not see the liquid I know  It hit its home Zombies cried in rage Canines thrusted into the air Trying to cut the air  And I laughted  ****** was my favorite was my favorite wepen  I glanced above my head to see the net Filed with liquid hell It amused me that all the years I threaten to rain Hell on my enimeyes  I get to do it I hit the swich in my poket  I herd the flames hit the net  It will take 2 minutes for the flames To meet the c4  But the zombies had a different plan They rushed me  And all I did was take two steps backwards And the mine wint of without a hitch I lust a leg but that was enught distraction C4 inighted and turned the night alive  I had made my last day of life Hell And I smile The end is now I closed my eyes And waited  For my firy demise  To welcome me
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rangzona
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Mar 30, 2012
Mar 30, 2012 at 6:22 PM UTC
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