Rising Dead

Rising Dead
By Back to Zero

the rising dead crawl through graves just to find
human brains, splattered guts, cold rotten eyes
no one can hear your cries
your dying growing weak
your life has served only one purpose
to be human meat
they only want one thing in a while
to be served human brains
you'll only want one thing in a while
be served human brains serving on your friends

the rising dead
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