soft-spoken because broken amazed to still be here louder and prouder than Lucifer of nothing, for no reason nothing more or less than a man another man in a numberless land done things to stay alive compromised to survive danced extremely closely to the flame and stared into the fire for as long as one could longer than one should stumble around now like a zombie king numbly staring at a missing ring like somebody stole the precious just pushed along by drive the only thing left to seek pleasure and avoid pain beaten like a dog just another turning cog in the wheel of a machine that he can't get off but I can, man saving grace truth be told is that you can achieve release but you lose that right if you leave the fight to ****** the **** and jewels while others go without and so the zombie king without his ring stumbles around eventually to his grave and there he may lie for a million years suffering no fears concocting no plans and avoiding the light of day who can say what would break the spell and free him from awareness without passion easy style with no sense of fashion and the spirits that he keeps alive but not living zombie king missing his ring