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Nov 05, 2009
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"THE ZOMBIE KING"
I sit upon my throne of corpses,
my crown made of splintered bone.
Dismembered bodies bow at my feet,
while I feast on the flesh of the living,
My castle overlooks the potters ground,
as I walk in gardens of stone.
My touch, like winter, my skin rotted.
My army-
maggots and worms.
My queen is disease,
her heart beats in my insect eaten hand.
All are welcome to my God forsaken land .
After your final breath, you shall see
that my dark kingdom is death.
— KINGZOMBIE, Nov 05, 2009
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Kailashana
16 years 7 months ago
“You’ve got a friend.”
KINGZOMBIE
16 years 7 months ago
THANKS
Kailashana
16 years 7 months ago
I’m just afraid what
KINGZOMBIE
16 years 7 months ago
Nothing to fear
pleiades
16 years 7 months ago
may i suggest these line
KINGZOMBIE
16 years 7 months ago
I agree
Candlewitch
16 years 7 months ago
Dear Zombie
KINGZOMBIE
16 years 7 months ago
GRISLY
greeneyes
16 years 7 months ago
perfect
KINGZOMBIE
16 years 7 months ago
THANK YOU