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.
Wait did I say the dead? I meant humans, woops.
Inspired by: http://genghistron.bandcamp.com/album/board-up-the-house
