As we zero in
on a Mayan countdown
The one doomsday scenario
Tantalizing my trigger finger
More than most
Is the zombie apocalypse
Imagine
How honest we could be
With nobody left
To judge or praise
With currency removed
From the equation
Purpose becomes
A simple matter of surviving
Flesh eating hordes
That once
May have been clergy
Police or politicians
Of course
There are those
Who might not think
In like minded fashion
And would simply
See the situation
As permission
To treat you monsters
Like we've always wanted
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