A DISCOURSE ON THE DEAD: for the lovely undead herself, Zombie flower, Hyacinth of desire...
A discourse on the Dead must, of course start with BIRTH. We ride the wheel as many incarnations pass. LIVING DEATH is much more insidious, slowly entrenching the numbing slime, gooing droplets of red, bone dusted apathy. Save the DEAD, sweet darkness Haycinth, feed life fire, beauth and purity of the FLOWER can pollinate and bring forth the end of lament, the WALKING DEAD always desire brains, BRAINS kill the PAIN. The living dead would rather feed on your brain than develope their own cognition, philosophy, or RELIGION. As an opiated masses moan and swell, set loose the FIRE, bringer of ASH, clean the WASTELAND, empty the MALL. The TRUTH is that it is.
A discourse on the Dead must, of course start with BIRTH. We ride the wheel as many incarnations pass. LIVING DEATH is much more insidious, slowly entrenching the numbing slime, gooing droplets of red, bone dusted apathy. Save the DEAD, sweet darkness Haycinth, feed life fire, beauth and purity of the FLOWER can pollinate and bring forth the end of lament, the WALKING DEAD always desire brains, BRAINS kill the PAIN. The living dead would rather feed on your brain than develope their own cognition, philosophy, or RELIGION. As an opiated masses moan and swell, set loose the FIRE, bringer of ASH, clean the WASTELAND, empty the MALL. The TRUTH is that it is.