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Twas the night before the apocalypse when all the through the town
People got up from their graves and started moving around
Me in my camo and finger on the trigger
I arose from my bed to get something bigger
When out on the lawn there rang such a clatter
They came to my house to break and shatter
I opened the window and threw out the sash
I saw Jim the mechanic with a huge facial gash
the cool night air was filled with a smell
the undead were walking from the gates of hell
up through the attic to the roof with care
I uncovered my fifty mounted up there
tracers covered the tip of each deadly shell
I welded the stock and buckled down the well
out of the barrels the rounds did pour
I loaded another clip and shot some more
pleased with my work I turned off the light
I yelled through the air 'and to all a good night'
Happy Holidays!
Ataaka
-because the last man standing just might be a woman.