Love in the time of apocalypse
Daisy, Daisy, now will you marry me?
I still love you, even with World War Z.
I’ll take you for rich or poorer,
and even for shambling horror.
Though you’re undead
we still can wed,
and together forever be.
Michael, Michael, marriage may be my key.
I felt hangry, til you proposed to me.
Your words set my heart on fire,
I’m inflamed with a new desire.
I must explain,
I love your brain,
and I need you most urgently.
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