Shores of Elysium 

 

  

 

   Vulture Horticulture

 

 

  A single sunflower is all he could afford

  Who knew a simple garden could deter an undead hoard

  You'll reap the benefit while they photosynthesize

  They hunger for the organ setting right behind your eyes

  As the decomposing hoard

  Draws closer to your door

  The foul stench of the undead spewing bile from their pores

  Enough to make you heave

  They long to watch you bleed

  the switch was hit their feeble minds only tell them to feed

  These plants will not suffice

  Your brains set in their sights

  All you can do is watch and pray you'll make it through the night

  This is your last resort

  The fiends will be no more

   

  

  These vicious bombs you wield will send them to the morgue

  

  What once was dead now thrives again

  

  He deploys armies from his cold dead armored hands

  The zomboss lays your plans to waste

  He Consumes countless souls and smashes scouts within his hands

  Interested in intellects taste

  

  With the cruelest of intentions

  The dead were resurrected

  Miles of mindless minions march to munch upon your marrow

  Inclined to make you one of the infected