Psalms 3

From Stinque Zombie Bible

3:1 Oh my god where are all these zombies coming from?!

3:2 They are all trying to eat me, help me God!

3:3 O LORD, give me a shotgun; sweet machine of death, and the lifter up of mine head.

3:4 I cried, "burn in hell you muthafuckin zombies!"

3:5 I laid me down and slept; I awaked; because sleeping is a bad idea when zombies are around.

3:6 I will not be afraid of ten thousands of zombies, that have set themselves against me round about.

3:7 O my shotgun, sweet shotgun: for thou hast smitten all the zombies; thou hast broken the teeth and the bones and the rotting flesh of the zombies. But everyone knows there are always more zombies to smite.

3:8 Salvation belongeth to the one that can find more shells.