The Zombie Poem

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With rotting flesh and vacant eyes,
The Zombie shuffles, no surprise.
A creature cursed, devoid of breath,
Undead abomination, born of death.
Its hunger fierce, insatiable lust,
For human flesh, its only thrust.
A mindless monster, seeking prey,
Roaming through the night and day.
Its limbs decayed, its gait so slow,
Yet relentless in its undead flow.
A pitiful creature, cursed to roam,
Forever lost, without a home.
Beware the Zombie's ghastly plight,
Avoid its grasp with all your might.
For once it catches, there's no release,
Its appetite for brains will never cease.