Vulture Horticulture

A single sunflower is all he could affordWho knew a simple garden could deter an undead hoardYou'll reap the benefit while they photosynthesizeThey hunger for the organ setting right behind your eyesAs the decomposing hoardDraws closer to your doorThe foul stench of the undead spewing bile from their poresEnough to make you heaveThey long to watch you bleedthe switch was hit their feeble minds only tell them to feedThese plants will not sufficeYour brains set in their sightsAll you can do is watch and pray you'll make it through the nightThis is your last resortThe fiends will be no moreThese vicious bombs you wield will send them to the morgueWhat once was dead now thrives againHe deploys armies from his cold dead armored handsThe zomboss lays your plans to wasteHe Consumes countless souls and smashes scouts within his handsInterested in intellects tasteWith the cruelest of intentionsThe dead were resurrectedMiles of mindless minions march to munch upon your marrowInclined to make you one of the infected