THE LIVING DEAD
We in our rawest best
Our craving and crying
Cannot last.
The living are dead
The dead are living
In the end there is only dying.
So drag on bleeding bones
One horror at a time
Swallow the slime
Wade into the dark and drear
If there is a sun
Perhaps it will shine
Or something else sublime.
Till then drag on you living dead
Perhaps the fire will die
When there is nothing left to burn.
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