A surge like breath, vented like foetid gas,
From out the mouth of chaos portends.
Black flanked nimbus exhale

Readydead armies, assembled by proxy,
Like to marasmic curs us abound!

Approaching.
Licking their slavery jaws.
Satisfied with nothing,
Wasted, wanting.

Look to your wives, your husbands sons and daughters!
Lock up your doors, your windows and your larders!

Power in numbers, strength in abundance,
Shambling, championing the death of inconstance.

This plague's claimed scores since the insurrection began,
At this point the situation has been deemed a catastrophe!

From behind the callousèd eyes of unrest
Only the dead will persevere.
The End.

I can feel my hide thickening,
Insalubrious, against the torrents of the almight,
My eyes are crystalline,
My senses all tight

We've stayed the paths of woe
Where no mortal feign may tread anon,
We've scaled the mounts of madness!
Who will stand against our forces now?

We sound now the call!
Fie trump and clarion!
We sound now the call!
From the bowels, ignescent

A cleansing deluge shall the masters of greed receive.

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