Corpses Buring On A Funeral Pyre

As is my tradition, a Christmapocalyptic offering to enjoy this holiday.  Sung to the tune of A Christmas Song (Chestnuts Roasting On An Open Fire), there are links to other seasonal posts sprinkled throughout. So without further ado:

Corpses Burning On A Funeral Pyre

Corpses burning on a funeral pyre
Undead nipping at your nose
Yuletide carols punctuated with gunfire
And folks dressed up like commandos

Everybody knows a vigorous head blow
Helps defeat the undead blight
Gun shots right between the running lights
Make it hard for zed to scream and bite  

America’s SgtMaj’s on his way
He’s loaded lots of ammo and weapons on his sleigh
And every mother’s child is gonna spy
To see if head shots make contaminated truly die

And so I’m offering this simple phrase
Breathe, relax, aim, and shoot
Despite the fact it may be the end of days
Merry Christmas to you!

Happy Holidays and Semper Fidelis!
America’s SgtMaj
Warlord of Christmas

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