Spit Forth The Dead

Released from nether regions, bowels of the earth
Seeping through cracks to foul the air above
A lifeline to those to which sleep is eternal
Concocted since the dawn of time
To now release agonized souls
Spit forth the dead!
Carried on the air, purity aiding the filth
Seeking consecrated ground, sensing cemetaries in a blanket of dust
Fertalizing the infertile from six feet under
Intoxicating with false life, coaxing from the brink of decay
Animating the inanimate, from wooden box to light of day
Exodus from the ground, stale forms tasting air
Each united in their cause, yet of it’s ground
Ground mates unaware
Now the dead govern the earth
All resistance to them crushed
Life is now minority, the world another hell
Wipeout!