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Brains to eat,
Gross green skin,
Eyes oozing out,
and there’s no way to win.
Unless you kill,
It’s disgusting-lookin’ head.
It’s the only way,
You’ll actually get him dead.
Don’t get hurt.
Don’t get bitten.
If you become one of them,
Then I’m pretty sure you didn’t listen.
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