From Stinque Zombie Bible
1:1 How doth the city sit solitary, that was full of people! how is she become as a widow! she that was great among the nations, and princess among the provinces, how is she become tributary! Maybe it was because there were so many fucking Zombies running around.
1:2 She weepeth sore in the night, and her tears are on her cheeks: among all her lovers she hath none to comfort her, and nobody looketh at her profile on J-date: all her friends have dealt treacherously with her, they are become her enemies.
1:3 Judah is gone into captivity because of affliction, and because of great servitude: she dwelleth among the heathen, she findeth no rest despite popping one or two Ambien before she hits the sack: all her persecutors overtook her between the straits.
1:4 The ways of Zion do mourn, because none come to the solemn feasts since they put in a cash bar: all her gates are desolate: her priests sigh, her virgins are afflicted with herpes, and she is in bitterness.
1:5 Her adversaries are the chief, her enemies prosper because they shorted Lehman and Bear Stearns; for the LORD hath afflicted her for the multitude of her transgressions which, if you've been paying attention, you know happens in every fucking book in the Bible: her children are gone into captivity before the enemy.
1:6 And from the daughter of Zion all her beauty is departed, she's a two-bagger: her princes are become like harts that find no pasture, and they are gone without strength before the pursuer, which is pretty bad if the Zombies are chasing you.
1:7 Jerusalem remembered in the days of her affliction and of her miseries all her pleasant things that she had in the days of old, the milk and honey flowing all over the place, the two dollar a gallon gas, when her people fell into the hand of the enemy, and none did help her: the adversaries saw her, and did mock at her sabbaths.
1:8 Jerusalem hath grievously sinned; therefore she is removed: all that honoured her despise her, because they have seen her nakedness, and she's really packed on the pounds lately: yea, she sigheth, and turneth backward.
1:9 Her filthiness is in her skirts such that even Tide with Bleach can't get the stains out; she remembereth not her last end; therefore she came down wonderfully: she had no comforter, she only had 200 thread-count sheets. O LORD, behold my affliction: for the enemy hath magnified himself.
1:10 The adversary hath spread out his hand upon all her pleasant things, which is sexual harassment in most jurisdictions: for she hath seen that the heathen entered into her sanctuary, whom thou didst command that they should not enter into thy congregation without giving at least two hundred bucks to the building fund.
1:11 All her people sigh, they seek bread, and not even that fancy whole grain bread, just plain old wheat bread; they have given their pleasant things for meat to relieve the soul and wreck the colon: see, O LORD, and consider; for I am become vile.
1:12 Is it nothing to you, all ye that pass by? behold, and see if there be any sorrow like unto my sorrow, which is done unto me, wherewith the LORD hath afflicted me in the day of his fierce anger, which was totally avoidable if I'd learned anything from the past, but I hadn't learned shit.
1:13 From above hath he sent fire into my bones, and it prevaileth against them, sort of like when you eat ice cream and your face freezes up, but different: he hath spread a net for my feet, he hath turned me back: he hath made me desolate and faint all the day.
1:14 The yoke of my transgressions is bound by his hand: they are wreathed, and come up upon my neck: he hath made my strength to fall, it feels like the time I got the swine flu, the LORD hath delivered me into their hands, from whom I am not able to rise up.
1:15 The LORD hath trodden under foot all my mighty men in the midst of me: he hath called an assembly against me to crush my young men: the LORD hath trodden the virgin, the daughter of Judah, as in a winepress, but he didn't bother to do anything about all the fucking Zombies running around sucking everyone's brains out.
1:16 For these things I weep; mine eye, mine eye runneth down with water, because the comforter that should relieve my soul is far from me, as are my sheets and pillowcases: my children are desolate, because the enemy prevailed and cut off everything but basic cable.
1:17 Zion spreadeth forth her hands, and there is none to comfort her: the LORD hath commanded concerning Jacob, that his adversaries should be round about him: Jerusalem is as a menstruous woman among them, and imagine the size of the maxipad you'd need.
1:18 The LORD is righteous; for I have rebelled against his commandment: hear, I pray you, all people, and behold my sorrow: my virgins and my young men are gone into captivity because mine enemies love them some virgins and hot gay sex.
1:19 I called for my lovers, but they deceived me and ran off with some guy they met at TGI Fridays: my priests and mine elders gave up the ghost in the city, while they sought their meat to relieve their souls.
1:20 Behold, O LORD; for I am in distress: my bowels are troubled and even Metamucil doesn't help; mine heart is turned within me, which looks pretty strange on an MRI; for I have grievously rebelled: abroad the sword bereaveth, at home there is as death.
1:21 They have heard that I sigh: there is none to comfort me: all mine enemies have heard of my trouble; they are glad that thou hast done it and they tease me every day at recess: thou wilt bring the day that thou hast called, yea, and verily reverse the charges to add insult to injury, and they shall be like unto me.
1:22 Let all their wickedness come before thee; and do unto them, as thou hast done unto me for all my transgressions; I mean, why should I be the only one to suffer? I sit here in the dark, you don't even write, not even a postcard: for my sighs are many, and my heart is faint.