More Like Me

Welcome to the Company!
It's good to meet a tasty newbie,
But your twisted mind is good to see.
Now I have a friend who's just like me.

See here I am, just sad and bored.
I exist to move out the stockpiled hoard
And sometimes wish there was a Lord
When all I ever saw was guts and gore.

Then in you walk
And you know the talk,
And you do not balk
When I say They don't give a "fawk."

Obviously I'm not a Company "man,"
But as a veteran zombie, you understand.
Step on out and give a hand
Promote the truth, not the brand.

By the time this reaches the net
No doubt we will be friendlier yet.
That it's taken so long is my regret,
But you're one of the few I'll never forget.

'Cause in you walk
And you know the talk
And you do not balk
When I tell you They don't give a "fawk"

I'm glad you can talk about your troubles,
So let's cope by making theirs double.
 We'll seal ourselves in our own little bubble
And blow this f***ing place to rubble.

Step on out and lend a hand
Cause we don't belong to the "Man."
We're the ones who understand
It's about the truth and not the brand.

Metamorphosis

A period of growth
Coming to an end
In bitter sweetness
And new friends

The way I see things
Is completely changed
This Hell was necessary
As a stepping stone to later

So long have I been
A leader, a comrade,
A mentor, a friend
To those in this giant box

And now I must
Lead the world
Within my tiny space
In a temple built for knowledge

My putrefaction
Is a means to an end
That gets closer
Every day

The undead cannibal
Still flourishes inside this box,
And my pessimism toward humanity
Thrives within and without

But I sense
Great change on the horizon
And its immanence 
Makes me unbreakable