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Alice in Zombieland(Part 3: The Bloody Finale)
The peace of the White
was short lived
They had a final fight
one last battle to win
They marched to the plain
Near the Red Kingdom
Now they just had to wait
for the dead to see them
The horde marched on
one by one, two by two
The Red decaying Queen
was in center view
Alice had two Uzis
Her whip to use too
She choose the whip in one hand
and a gun in the other, ready to use
The Order came
The horde ran forward
"Fire!" said White
They shot at the dead
Soon the lines collided
Friend mixed with foe
Allies spread out
Prepared to go
Alice herself was doing well
She would snap at one with the whip
shoot another's head off
and then do both with a spin
The hatter had the most fun
You could here his laugh everywhere
He rode his bike through the waves
on the back was a shooting hare
Alice saw the Hatter sweep by
She jumped onto the back of the seat
Then propelled herself up
tossing a grenade at the dead's feet
Arms and legs rained along with blood
The battle wasn't done
Some White turned Red
They haven't won
Alice found the Red Queen
constricted her neck in the whip
Snapped it with a flash
It ripped through her neck
The battle was won
The dead feel lifelessly to the ground
White roared victory
The battle was won
Alice stood there
in her black shirt and skinny jeans
hopping her world would returned back
to the way it was meant to be
The Hatter gave her a lift
to a magical mirror
He paused a moment
then said her home was through there
Alice was sad to go
but she had to get to her world
That's the thing about stories, they end
They also have Sequels. ;)
was short lived
They had a final fight
one last battle to win
They marched to the plain
Near the Red Kingdom
Now they just had to wait
for the dead to see them
The horde marched on
one by one, two by two
The Red decaying Queen
was in center view
Alice had two Uzis
Her whip to use too
She choose the whip in one hand
and a gun in the other, ready to use
The Order came
The horde ran forward
"Fire!" said White
They shot at the dead
Soon the lines collided
Friend mixed with foe
Allies spread out
Prepared to go
Alice herself was doing well
She would snap at one with the whip
shoot another's head off
and then do both with a spin
The hatter had the most fun
You could here his laugh everywhere
He rode his bike through the waves
on the back was a shooting hare
Alice saw the Hatter sweep by
She jumped onto the back of the seat
Then propelled herself up
tossing a grenade at the dead's feet
Arms and legs rained along with blood
The battle wasn't done
Some White turned Red
They haven't won
Alice found the Red Queen
constricted her neck in the whip
Snapped it with a flash
It ripped through her neck
The battle was won
The dead feel lifelessly to the ground
White roared victory
The battle was won
Alice stood there
in her black shirt and skinny jeans
hopping her world would returned back
to the way it was meant to be
The Hatter gave her a lift
to a magical mirror
He paused a moment
then said her home was through there
Alice was sad to go
but she had to get to her world
That's the thing about stories, they end
They also have Sequels. ;)
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