Reality of, the dead live
 A growth which left life scarce
 The spread, to infect by death
 Their yearn for flesh, it s drive to exist
 To eat, only the instinct now left
 A population, where corpses walk
 Trapped underground
 A fight to stay alive

 Undertaking, the carving of living dead
 Experiments, to learn why they feast
 Dissections, find no need to be
 Just living meat, fulfill it s crave
 Driven to stalk, by the core
 Chosen, from a necropolis pen
 Surgical means, to explain
 Of occupants above, who wander till
 Time leaves Immobile from decay
 Punishment, from the creator
 Who visited a curse upon us
 An army of rot
 To devour till none
 All to walk in death
 Of ripped for meal, to feed
 Above and below as one
 Both to shuffle off a mortal coil
 Humanity now fallen
 For this day of the dead….