*from the top quarters of Microsoft Mall*
this letter goes to any survivor who reads this
Holy Jesus! These diseases of the undead increases
it's a mess to see these caniballistic beings and
large amounts of crimson
as the Earth crumbles rapidly during missions of viral fissions
the Coast Guard calls for immediate state of emergency
inadvertedly this cuts deeper than surgery, yo it worries me
I sit amongst a circle of strangers with a passion of distrust
my only trust is the Desert Eag to feel the need to squeeze and bust
dust to dust, ashes to ashes, please watch over me my Savior
for I'm in the ass of Armageddon, hard labor, ill behavior
I'm just a carpenter, a husband, and a father of two
I own a home on the east end side of Harbor View
got a shitload of testimonies, don't know where to begin
killed the mother of my kids from the bitemarks on her skin
she suffered the loss of bodily functions as her conditions persisted
but when she came at me with dead issues, I put one in her bisquit
the clock ticks, the plot thicks, no problems solved
new history evolved, as mankind quickly dissolves
It will be a matter of time before my ass is next
now here's Joe flashin a tec, with a gash in his neck
his blood burns and his heart rate drops at a quick pace
the body count continues as he joins the sick race
My wife's gone....not really sure if I want to survive
besides.....85,000 plus are stalking the deprived
and by nightfall the population should drop by the minutes
it's a front row seat to damnation....no limits
with no food, no hope, no help, no bullshit
one clip left in the burner, why should I pull it?
with no more room in hell and the dead walking the earth
I hope someone can rescue us from this living curse
If my kids are breathing, daddy loves you very much
take good care of each other and watch who you trust
So...to whoever should find this letter...hey, one love
I'll sign my name in ink or I'll do it in blood.....
Sincerely yours,
xx~John Doe~xx
*April 2004