ZOMBIE

[verseode]

               

         There's an empty human being
         Stripped of any kind of love
         Self is somewhere long forgotten
         Covered in a leaden glove
         Rather like a walking zombie
         Plugged into a fallen world
         Gets its orders from the airwaves
         Hate and loathing are unfurled.

         God is someone who's uncaring
         Seems a million miles away
         Can't be reached by helpless whimpers
         Surely, He has had His day
         Marching into unknown future
         Like a lemming on a cliff
         There is nothing that can save it
         There is no such word as if.

         These are people we must shine on
         Let them see there is a hope
         Hell can only be an option
         If we show them how to cope
         With a God who truly loves them
         Wants to fill them with His Son
         We're His vessels, His disciples
         For the harvest, we're the ones.