Resident Evil Poem Strike

Slashing, shooting, kicking, punch, strike
The zombies are out and blood is what they like
They hunt and eat flesh
And they leave such a stinky mess

Many Resident Evil Games were made
Shoot the zombies down and they are laid
Characters have managed to survive
They have made it out of the dark times alive

The monsters in this game grow
It is like they are on a freak show
The fight of living and dead
Will all the madness ever be coming to an end?