Roiling earth Black dirt and broken roots Rise Fingers pointed to the skies
Shiver decay Mote breath, mottled stretch Come a marching Through the static haze
Flesh and ache and waste Wake after wake Flesh and ache and pain Day after day Carrion stay Carrion remain
They will walk the earth And nothing will be
First the spires will fall To the blackout seas Then the houses will board Starved to plaster bones Next the chatter will die From the pallid air Then the blisters will burst From the crust of the world
They will walk the earth And nothing will be They will walk the earth And nothing will be for worse
12:51pm, October 12th 2013
The dead will rise from their sleep and be ruled by lust, greed and gluttony. They will cause mass extinctions, they will cause millions to perish. They will be without understanding, they will be vacant automatons; feasting and feasting and feasting--flesh and ache and waste. They will destroy themselves in their haste, over and over again.