Zombie
Breakdown
The
undead walk
Sloughing tendrils of putrefied flesh
And
the living
Are
made of cardboard.
The border between
Being and nothingness
The border between
Being and nothingness
Is
erased.
Fee Fie Foe Fum.
Fee Fie Foe Fum.
Torches
& Pitchforks
The
whole
Is far less than the sum
Of its parts.
Is far less than the sum
Of its parts.
The
fleeting and migratory nature of inspiration
If
you don't write it down,
Type
it, or tape it,
It's
gone,
Like
a hit and run driver
Or
a pickpocket
Merging
into the crowd
Evil Konks Out
In
the end, evil konks out
Like a squid simmered in its own ink,
Because evil fails the moment
It overcomes good
By consuming the energy
To which it owed its duration.
Like a squid simmered in its own ink,
Because evil fails the moment
It overcomes good
By consuming the energy
To which it owed its duration.
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