Pen Pen's Evangelion

A Pen Pen for your Thoughts

This section will just be for, basically random thoughts and feelings. Since my thought process is mostly random you can probably expect this to be updated frequently. Back to Previous Pennys. Back to Pen Penny.

Two whole yards, two whole yards,
Two whole yards upward,
All from the valley of Death
Rose the six hundred.
"Rise Zombie Brigade!
"Roam for the brains!" he said:
Into the group of people
Rose the six hundred.

"Forward, Zombie Brigade!"
Were the undead dismay'd?
Not tho' the zombie knew
Undead had meander'd:
Their's cannot make reply,
Their's cannot reason why,
Their's but to eat brains or die:
From the valley of Death
Woke the six hundred.

Shotguns to right of them,
Shotguns to left of them,
Shotguns in front of them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Struck at with shot and shell,
Densely they ambled and well,
Out from the jaws of Death,
Into the brains of men
Ate the six hundred.

Flash'd all their teethers bare,
Flash'd as they stood there,
Craving the gunners there,
Eating an army, while
All the world wonder'd:
Plunged in the shotgun-smoke
Right thro' the line they broke;
Undead and decaying
Unphas’d by the living
Feast'd and hunger'd.
Then they walked on, but not
Not just six hundred.

Corpses to right of them,
Corpses to left of them,
Corpses behind them
Rambl'd and wander'd;
Storm'd away with teeth and smell,
While limb and dead flesh fell,
They that had fought so well
Came to the jaws of zombies
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
More than six hundred.
When can their infamy fade?
O the wild stroll they made!
All the world wondered.
Fear the charge they made,
Fear the Zombie Brigade,
Growing from six hundred.
-11/4/07