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Angry, Undead

Many impostors and freaks

came to my funeral

To spit on my remains

Bells rang nothing

No one to chant my acts

But ravens and larvas

Feel to should have been vanquished,

left alone in my tomb

Trapped in these useless nimbs

Rage, is left into my eyes

Awaken, rather than dead

My contemplation of the other side

You came to desecrate in the night

Angry, Undead!

Untamed, in fury

Angry, Undead!

I returned the pike in your fine brain

I twist, may you feel the pain

You're jerk’s prostrated face

As I leave the grave

My path, you brutally embraced

Rage, is left into my eyes

Extend your skin long through the ground

And experiment the process

of becoming compost

Angry, Undead!

Untamed, in fury

Vanish! Vanish! Vanish!

Suffer a dozen pigments

towards your decrepit mutation

The enthrallment of an abysmal possession

You'll follow, into the ground…