Grinding Of Internal Organs

From the bowels of the earth they will arise, I summon your dead to

work for me

to raise an army unlike one's ever seen, ancestral beings wipe out

this failed race, fertile earth and water for the starved true

creators, once extinguished but brought forth to kill another day

oppressive rule returns to transcend the weak foundations of man,

awakening the undead, immortal servants risen only to eliminate,

sinking rotting teeth, screams of the frail as they get devoured

carrion corpses running wild, there is no salvation

grinding of internal organs creates a pleasurable sound

From the bowels of the earth they will arise, I summon your dead, to

work for me

to raise an army unlike one's ever seen, ancestral beings wipe out

this failed race, fertile earth and water for the starved true

creators, once extinguished but brought forth to kill another day

torn apart by the mutated deceased, ripping you apart as your stumps

bleed eternally

I live on even as your flesh deteriorates, spreading myself among the

oblivious populous, infecting everything around with my viral antigene