Song of Solomon 8

From Stinque Zombie Bible

8:1 O that thou wert as my brother, that sucked the breasts of my mother! when I should find thee without, I would eat thee; yea, I should not go hungry.

8:2 I would follow thee, and track thee into my mother's house, who would instruct me: I would cause thee to stumble around, seeking the flesh of the living. 8:3 His left hand should be under my head, and his right hand should bring a heavy object down upon my head.

8:4 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that ye stir not up, nor awake the hordes, until you make good your escape.

8:5 Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness, gimping across the plains. I raised thee up from death: gave new life to thy corpse. 8:6 Allow me to feast upon thine heart, chew upon thine arm: for the virus is strong as death; my jaw is cruel as the grave: the coals thereof are coals of fire, which hath a most slow-moving and clumsy flame.

8:7 Many arrows cannot quench undeath, neither can the floods drown it: if a man would give all the spears of his army for love, it would march on, impervious to the pain.

8:8 We have a little sister, and she hath no life: what shall we do for our sister in the day when she rises again from the grave?

8:9 If she be a zombie, we will march together against the living: and if she be a corpse, we will eat the remains of her body. 8:10 I am a zombie, and my jaws like vices: then was I undead, one of the horde of thousands.

8:11 Solomon had a vineyard at Baalhamon; we trampled it to dust; every one of the fruits thereof was squashed to a pulp 8:12 His vineyard, now mine, is before me: thou, O Solomon, must come down to us and join our ranks. Listen to our call.

8:13 Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the companions hearken to thy voice: we will cause thee to hear it.

8:14 Make haste, all, and join the hordes as we cover the Earth in our blackness.