ZOMBIES AT THE HOOD

Rosarios roll deep through the blood-soaked maze,

Wilmington streets in a post-noon haze.

Corpses shuffle, jaws gnash with spite,

Survivors by day, but they're killers by night.

Shadowed by the moon, no choice but fight,

Zombies in the dark, souls take flight.

Heartbeat drums, rhythm of the scare,

City our battleground, death’s in the air.

Trashcan shields in the dim lamplight,

Ax in the hand, keep the jaws from a bite.

Decay in their breath, like doom on call,

Rosario clan gon’ make 'em all fall.

Trapped in the wreckage, the screams stay raw,

Concrete jungle ain't no nature law.

Car doors clang shields, ciphers of fate,

Each move we make, we seal death’s gate.

Shadowed by the moon, no choice but fight,

Zombies in the dark, souls take flight.

Heartbeat drums, rhythm of the scare,

City our battleground, death’s in the air.

Crescent moon grins like the Reaper's blade,

Zombies pile high like debts unpaid.

Told 'em once, now they gnash in regret,

Rosarios thrive where the sun dare not set.