they can plot but God decides

The zombie people

They dream of easy flow

Of addiction in their lives

Now they struggle with it

They will ring up

The race and religion

Telling the masses

They are at the losing end

The reality is

The zombie people

They can't have wealth

The easy way in the past

They can't stand the sun

It hurts their eyes and minds

They need to hide and smoke away

Dreaming of their paradise

The sins of zombie people

They have to pay big time

They can't escape in hiding

They can plot but God decides