Apocalypse

Creatures of the night surround us

Romero laughs

His diabolic vision of despair

Of humor and laughter

A misleading masterpiece for those willing to understand the genius

Strangers unite

Fighting a plague of humanity before they fall prey

Victims, not innocent, but unforgiven of their sins

Their cannibalistic nature striking fear in us all

Not because of the sheer terror

Or their horrific deeds

But, for the primal nature lurking at our core

The taste of flesh is as sweet as the fruit on the tree

The lure the only difference

Or is it?

Instead of a snake in the garden

We are persuaded by pleasure

Carnal temptations leading us to flesh

At the heart, the snake and the pleasures are equal

These forbidden desires considered taboo

So misunderstood that the thought alone often spawns remorse

A lingering guilt that creates hatred

And yes, these monsters for us to cheer

The screens are full of surrealistic views of reality

Where the zombies indulge in the carnal feasts we covet

Where flesh and blood replace the love and hate we hold on a pedestal

In many ways, we are all alike

Zombies searching for companionship instead of brains

Embracing the taste of our lovers sacred skin during passion

For us, our time is here, the day of reckoning is now

The apocalypse has begun