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Broken walls and Rotting roofs.
Torn curtains and Seats stained with blood.
A last stand faught in futility.
Screams and Howls as the Pain keeps moving.
A blast of cold air and another body collapses.
A shell through his head and a stringy explosion.
Endless waves of dead men walking.
A nightmare that just keeps coming.
You made them suffer.
You made them writhe.
They resent you.
They detest you.
The ones you call friends
Are no more than mere puppets.
Your alone.
You deserve it.
'Beware the Doc!' They screamed.
Well this is your grave.
The voices beckon you forth.
The pits of hell will welcome you.
Your a demon.
A coldblooded, Living, Demon.
Your pleasures are your downfall...
Your Sins will be your death.
They called you a hero.
A soldier of freedom.
You know that was a lie.
You were lucky.
You hide behind a mask of strength.
But masks have to be taken off sometimes.
The corpses in your closet haven't even shed their skin.
With each moment you feel reality pulled away.
Your scared.
Helpless.
A lucky calf that was brought to show while the rest went to the slaughter.
The monster inside you grows stronger as you insert your next clip.
Pray my son.
For destruction is the destiny of you all.
Pray that the mercy you failed to show is given to you in turn.
Because God knows, you don't deserve any.
You are locked here.
Fighting until your final breath is taken from you.
Forgetting your past doesn't erase the faces.
The fear in their eyes as you faced them from down the barrel of a gun.
Your a monster disguising your acts with a promise of freedom.
A hero with a Twisted side.
Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde...
A man of Honour.
Of peace and pride.
A hero of the rising sun.
A carnivorous Vampire.
The twisted child
With his fang so bright.
If only you knew.
Your fate was set from the moment you chose your weapon.
An Imperial Horror.
Promised A false Paradise.
A mistaken weapon.
Cleaving the enemy in two with swift strokes.
A Man ruled by Honour.
A blind Murderer.
The code that you live by
Is a book written in lies.
Confused.
Alone.
Haunted.
You forgot you past.
But the Devil...
...He Remembers...
Love is a feeling you have long since forgotten.
Buried under blankets of poison.
Dignity and Pride.
Items you have never owned.
You drown your sorrows in the liquid death.
As you take another life.
A confused Wife.
Love struck by a lie.
A monster by Dracula's standards.
The carpenter of the crucifix.
The farmer of hate filled souls.
A murderer.
A Mad Man.
The scum of the Republic.
The horror of the Motherland.
A soldier fit for Satan's personal guard.
The Filthy Secret of a proud people.
Escaping the nightmare is impossible for you.
Because it will haunt you until you fall over and die...
The hall becomes crowded as you slam the button.
The lights go dim but your bubble is brightened.
You unleash your final clip into the oncoming horde.
A bright Light surrounds you as you escape another screening.
The Theater of the Dead has let you slip through its grasp.
But mark my words.
Hell has your names on a golden list.
Edward Richtofen.
Tank Dempsey.
Takeo Masaki.
Nikolai Belinski.
We're waiting...
Torn curtains and Seats stained with blood.
A last stand faught in futility.
Screams and Howls as the Pain keeps moving.
A blast of cold air and another body collapses.
A shell through his head and a stringy explosion.
Endless waves of dead men walking.
A nightmare that just keeps coming.
You made them suffer.
You made them writhe.
They resent you.
They detest you.
The ones you call friends
Are no more than mere puppets.
Your alone.
You deserve it.
'Beware the Doc!' They screamed.
Well this is your grave.
The voices beckon you forth.
The pits of hell will welcome you.
Your a demon.
A coldblooded, Living, Demon.
Your pleasures are your downfall...
Your Sins will be your death.
They called you a hero.
A soldier of freedom.
You know that was a lie.
You were lucky.
You hide behind a mask of strength.
But masks have to be taken off sometimes.
The corpses in your closet haven't even shed their skin.
With each moment you feel reality pulled away.
Your scared.
Helpless.
A lucky calf that was brought to show while the rest went to the slaughter.
The monster inside you grows stronger as you insert your next clip.
Pray my son.
For destruction is the destiny of you all.
Pray that the mercy you failed to show is given to you in turn.
Because God knows, you don't deserve any.
You are locked here.
Fighting until your final breath is taken from you.
Forgetting your past doesn't erase the faces.
The fear in their eyes as you faced them from down the barrel of a gun.
Your a monster disguising your acts with a promise of freedom.
A hero with a Twisted side.
Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde...
A man of Honour.
Of peace and pride.
A hero of the rising sun.
A carnivorous Vampire.
The twisted child
With his fang so bright.
If only you knew.
Your fate was set from the moment you chose your weapon.
An Imperial Horror.
Promised A false Paradise.
A mistaken weapon.
Cleaving the enemy in two with swift strokes.
A Man ruled by Honour.
A blind Murderer.
The code that you live by
Is a book written in lies.
Confused.
Alone.
Haunted.
You forgot you past.
But the Devil...
...He Remembers...
Love is a feeling you have long since forgotten.
Buried under blankets of poison.
Dignity and Pride.
Items you have never owned.
You drown your sorrows in the liquid death.
As you take another life.
A confused Wife.
Love struck by a lie.
A monster by Dracula's standards.
The carpenter of the crucifix.
The farmer of hate filled souls.
A murderer.
A Mad Man.
The scum of the Republic.
The horror of the Motherland.
A soldier fit for Satan's personal guard.
The Filthy Secret of a proud people.
Escaping the nightmare is impossible for you.
Because it will haunt you until you fall over and die...
The hall becomes crowded as you slam the button.
The lights go dim but your bubble is brightened.
You unleash your final clip into the oncoming horde.
A bright Light surrounds you as you escape another screening.
The Theater of the Dead has let you slip through its grasp.
But mark my words.
Hell has your names on a golden list.
Edward Richtofen.
Tank Dempsey.
Takeo Masaki.
Nikolai Belinski.
We're waiting...
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And aim for ze head.
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Nazi Zombies may seem like random fun to most people but I love the secret story behind it. The anticipation for the full story to be known is killing me
But Yeah. This is a small poem reflecting them all. And, Bonus, If you're too dumb to figure out the order they went in... I'm gonna show ya.
The first one was Edward Richtofen.
The second one was Tank Dempsey.
The third one was Takeo Masaki.
The fourth one was Nikolai Belinski.
The very first described the scene, the very last one was them escaping. The poems reflected their life storys so I don't want any idiots asking what I did. I hope this gets viewed
But Yeah. This is a small poem reflecting them all. And, Bonus, If you're too dumb to figure out the order they went in... I'm gonna show ya.
The first one was Edward Richtofen.
The second one was Tank Dempsey.
The third one was Takeo Masaki.
The fourth one was Nikolai Belinski.
The very first described the scene, the very last one was them escaping. The poems reflected their life storys so I don't want any idiots asking what I did. I hope this gets viewed
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