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