My Anxiety Poem

They keep on coming back like zombies , but I run faster.
Faster until I grow tired.
"Die Zombies!" I scream.
I dismember them violently with my extended machette
1 by 1 until I am drenched in blood.
Now we must set them on fire. Ignite.
Jump in my ferrari , what a bitch now my leather seats are covered with blood.
 
part 2

Give me strength
Give me love
Help me kill these zombies , they keep comin
Shut up , i thought i heard one , nevermind.
hold on tight tonight to your ak-47
just incase they come thru the window
ok i got to go. promise and i'll take your hand
we'll kill more zombies tomorow.
with all my heart sincerely yours
 
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