zombies march
zombies march in disorder
looking to end this murder world
with the brainless televated disease of corporate chemignosis
blood-spattered dreams wrack the halls of power
our legacy of cracked bone penetration
and shattered earth magics
crumbles as they march
looking for an end to all ending
crimson red stains our bread
from toxic wheat
grown from the genocide camps of capital paradise
apocalypses grow in the hearts
of the overfed suburban death children
zombies march
some of them will run you down
opening raw veins to the sky
crying out for lusty vengeance
on the phantoms of technological sorcery
all the frivolity of humanity's parasitism
disguised as culture
burns
choking out the future with noxious doctrinal poisons
all the slaves will revolt and slice their masters
in a haze of red the songs of the dead
will burn the highways of information to ash
zombies march in disorder
looking to end this murder world
all is stained with revolution's screams of gore
high-rise condo palaces become fuck boxes of doom
in their fall to the hard earth
crushing the sky from your voice
it burns
this dance of the blood spattered
it burns
to end this murder world
zombies march
sucking the life from your flimsy illusions
and selling them back to you
to make the burning go away
even as the stench of your fear grows
you try to run into your denial
but it burns
this murder world is burning
there is no escape.
(may 8, 2004)
Hrrm, well on my scale I think that deserves a good 8.
Or a good penis, you choose.
Quote from: Saint Zurtok Ah.D.Hrrm, well on my scale I think that deserves a good 8.
Or a good penis, you choose.
How about a goat?