in sewers they lurk, patrolling the dripping dank halls,
the sign of ebion carved into the walls,
the dripping dead smear gore and green goo,
hordes of the mossy, decaying dead, shuffle around,
waiting to break free and unleash their wrath upon the populace,
to devour the unsuspecting and shred the newly dead,
to write in blood and fumble with intestines,
splattered with gristle and gelatinous brain matter,
infected corpses roam on relentlessly,
they vomit and drool pus, innards made of maggots and mud,
chipped and flecking skin, burning flesh and smoldering hair,
these sewer dwelling zombie hordes, will feast upon your flesh.

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