Enduring the dead - being,
Getting through snow - white bones,
Not once have we stopped paying
With warm blood and young souls.
Miserable, feeble?..Monsters!
That's how they call us now.
Having reared frail imposters -
Having broken them down.
Thrown away; welcomed by the Hell;
Shedding prayers & tears,
Long ago which thy fell
Onward stains of murk fears.
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Proceeding the zombie theme...
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