Reality of, the dead live A growth which left life scarce The spread, to infect by death Their yearn for flesh, it s drive to exist To eat, only the instinct now left A population, where corpses walk Trapped underground A fight to stay alive
Undertaking, the carving of living dead Experiments, to learn why they feast Dissections, find no need to be Just living meat, fulfill it s crave Driven to stalk, by the core Chosen, from a necropolis pen Surgical means, to explain Of occupants above, who wander till Time leaves Immobile from decay Punishment, from the creator Who visited a curse upon us An army of rot To devour till none All to walk in death Of ripped for meal, to feed Above and below as one Both to shuffle off a mortal coil Humanity now fallen For this day of the dead…