Amongst The Dead

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Death’s cold finger stroked her cheek,

Rotting the soft skin

Defiled by the sickness of our sin

Innocence fell drained,

Evil filled, gained, and

Overcame the weak

Once again,

With disease comes insanity

Death, now contagious

Enwombs all of humanity

We’ve heard said

We now are amongst the dead

A new species, hell bread

Lust lead

Feeding, feeding…

A world, bled dry

Into a vision through grey eyes

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