Time for Testing

And thus another test run starts,

I monitor your beating hearts.

They say science is its own virtue,

But right now it is used to screw you.

...

You smell your death within the air,

On tongue you taste bitter despair.

My tricks and traps come without warning,

You shall not live to greet the morning.

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From bombs to beasts to camera fire,

You see your situation dire.

You scramble around to and fro,

Fools, not knowing where to go.

...

One falls first and then another,

Hear Trenchy, and the last two shudder.

One's skull is crust, lets out a scream,

Forever stuck in nightmare's dream.

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One passes through the exit door,

But then they fall upon the floor.

I'm afraid the zombies don't refrain,

From tearing out jugular veins.

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So thus ends yet another test,

Within the depths of second NEST.

This time, a disappointing show,

Still, there's dozens more of tests to go.