Anti-PizzaBoy, A Challenger Approaches House of the Dead

Arrived at the scene
In disbelief at the horrors
This is the outcome
When mortals play God

Science shows us
Nothing’s sacred
Death is finite
With reanimation

Newfound life
Reveals unearthly craving

Empty eyes of bleach
Malodorous flesh decaying

Bloodless vessel compelled to feed
Shotgun blast to suppress their need

Life is once again denied
As bullets and gray matter collide

These creatures are not living
They are not of this world
They may resemble humans
But they are not our kind

Resist all
Of your temptations
To try and save the ones
You loved
These beings here
Are soulless monsters
Driven by a thirst for blood

Your brain is now
A tantalizing feast

Your entrails a luscious cuisine
For a ravenous hoard of beasts

Putridity is overwhelming
There is no time to waste
This frenzied mass of hollow ghouls
Are salivating for a taste

Fire, be my cleansing flood
To purge this vile abomination
Horrors multiply like Hydras
Lest guns yield eradication

I arm myself up to the teeth
With weapons I will take to battle
Armor, extra ammunition,
Devices meant to scatter shrapnel

Remains once confined within cadavers
Now soar through the air
Decapitated bodies twitch
As I subdue this hellish nightmare

Life is once again denied
As bullets and gray matter collide

These killings are justified
By ballistic mists of formaldehyde