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=A zombie's poem=  
=About me=  
:I'm a young zed, brain all rotten, with maggots on my skin, and past life forgotten.  
I'm a dedicated zed, brain rot and all. I'll eat your face off (with a little mustard and relish, hur hur hur). I'll eat anyone's face off, be they soldier, necrotech scientist, or dickwad PKer. My heart swells with joy upon seeing a mob of zeds outside a shopping mall, as it means I'll soon be filling my diseased and rotted belly with more delicious BRAAAAAAAAINNNZZ!!!!!! I hate humans, and their goddamned projectile weapons. I'd prefer it if they got in my stomach with no resistance, but, if push comes to shove, I'll gladly fight to my last dying gasp, to stand victoriously over a freshly murdered corpse, and stuff my maggot-infested face once again.
:There's nothing I love better than filling my maw with the delicious insides of a human skull.  
:I'm quite the gormand, and, needless to say, the city of Malton is a non-stop buffet.  
:Nothing suits me better than joining a zed mob, breaking down the doors, than stuffing my gob.
:The zombie hunters, I do abhor, and oft times have rendered them empty-headed on the floor,  
:Their vile brains having filled me to swell , I leave them to rot, after saying "......farewell".

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A zombie's poem

I'm a young zed, brain all rotten, with maggots on my skin, and past life forgotten.
There's nothing I love better than filling my maw with the delicious insides of a human skull.
I'm quite the gormand, and, needless to say, the city of Malton is a non-stop buffet.
Nothing suits me better than joining a zed mob, breaking down the doors, than stuffing my gob.
The zombie hunters, I do abhor, and oft times have rendered them empty-headed on the floor,
Their vile brains having filled me to swell , I leave them to rot, after saying "......farewell".