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The Dead Shall Inherit the Earth
Our blood's not red. Our souls have gone. 'Cos we're the dead, But we live on. Our brains they stink. Our skulls are frayed. We cannot think. We're long decayed. We are the zombies. We never lie. You the living Will lay down and die. Your bodies will rise. Your souls will flee, And you'll walk the Earth For eternity. We'll plod through time Until the warm Are fully extinct Completely gone. No more death. No more birth. Just us zombies Walking the Earth.
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