Reality of, the dead live A growth which left life scarce The spread, to infect by d**h 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 d**h 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….