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