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Earth Worms

Earth Worms



                                  Rotted, eating flesh disease wound,
                             the day of the dead rises well before noon.

                     Open caskets, hatched maggots pour from their skin,
                      jaundiced eyes, yellow spines let the feeding begin
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                           Alive but not breathing these hunters of men,
                            look at these monsters just drenched in sin!

                       Together, we must fight together or we'll never win,
                 Zombies these damn Zombies coming out of the earth again.



bmdavey@
02/19/16
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Delaney Avatar
February 21, 2016 at 3:00 PM
Yes such an important function......building fertile earth out of rot. It is just the process that revolts. Good one, Brian. Best, SuZ
Dietrich Avatar
February 19, 2016 at 5:26 PM
It's so disgusting. UGGGG. Just as it ought to be!!!
Davey Avatar
February 19, 2016 at 10:30 PM
Yes it is suppose to be
Trifiatis Avatar
February 19, 2016 at 7:07 AM
Horrific picture painted with dynamism and skill, dear Brian!
Davey Avatar
February 19, 2016 at 2:26 PM
Yah everybody loves Zombies these days
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