To,
Miss Jane Zoe
666 Selfish way,
Mediocreville

Subject: I'd ask you to go to hell, but then I realized you never left.

Dear Jane Zoe,

You're dead in all the ways that it matters to be alive.
The fruits and flowers aim to give, the virus merely to survive.

If blind selfishness were the world's way,
We would still have only single cells.
But life chose to lose itself for a lonesome misunderstood other:
Starting the multi-cellular diversity we cherish today.

Now, I am not a psychic, so I simply cannot converse with the dead,
So in future, take your parasitic crap to your fellow ZOmbiEs instead.

Yours Sin sear lie,
Mr. Ex Necrophilic