Deep in a dungeon a man was kept
The more they whipped him the more he wept
He moaned and groaned and never slept
His future was sealed and his dreams were swept.
Then came the time for them to act…
They knew precisely how he would react
A deal so evil on a table was kept
He saw the surface, not the depth.
He had no choice but to adapt
He was just a zombie wickedly whacked
What then we saw was the special-effect
The plan of the devil: impeccably perfect!