Zombie Diet Poem by Charles Karia

From the days of the creaky projector,
Till now, this kingdom serves violence,
It's situated on a woodless hill so unholy,
Where spells are cast to foolish mortals.

The zombies serves a diet of fear,
Lust, murder and all negative emotions,
Are the staple diet of the silver screen,
That tunes senses to things ignoble.

This poison isn't free but pricey,
And its peddlers are all filthy rich,
The mortals buys ticket to hell,
And the star buys another Porsche.

The themes will tell you who benefits,
Benefits from the weird market of cine,
A shop where lust and violece are sold,
Can only belong to the dark prince.