Many people are scared of me,
Regrettably, they lie sleepless,
Because I’m a zombie,
Though quite harmless.
My master, the black magician,
Is a popular medicine man.
He says I’m ancient,
Was once a normal human.
He’s the one I communicate with;
This existence is quite lonely.
To say I’m happy is a myth,
Wish for liberty is refused flatly.
This is the way I’ll continue,
Since my work is never finished;
‘Til master finds someone new,
Or once his power, diminished.
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