'' As Into Zombies We Now Transcend '' Poem by Bri Mar

The virus is spreading we're losing control,
They are devil creatures without a soul,
On those who are ‘' normal ‘' it's taking its toll,
Will this nightmare ever end?

Initially for their predicament we felt pity,
Now they've taken over every town and city,
We all rely on our vigilance committee,
On their knowledge we must depend.

On a military unit we are now fashioned,
Against this threat we are all impassioned,
What supplies we have left needs to be rationed,
To the death we're willing to defend.

We are now outnumbered by ten to one,
The monsters are killing our people for fun,
If they breach our defences we're surely done,
As into chaos we descend.

Our medical teams are saying they're sure,
That with Gods will they will find a cure,
Until then their presence we'll have to endure,
Victory we cannot comprehend.

Of pity and conscience they are bereft,
Some say they're stupid while others say deft,
Either way soon there'll be nothing left,
The past we cannot amend.

Women and girls, men and boys,
Their minds and bodies the virus destroys,
The killing of family no one enjoys,
But they're impossible to apprehend.

On ordinary human flesh they are fed,
When they're finished you become the undead,
The only way to kill them is a shot to the head,
Anywhere else we would not recommend.

Germ warfare we know is the cause,
To create a killer we refused to pause,
You can't fill a hole in a dam with gauze.
Disaster will ultimately impend.

We look on in horror as the living dead attack,
Though we did our best to take the flak,
We are now all as one there is no going back,

‘' As Into Zombies We Now Transcend ‘'