Zombies in the Mist

So sinning below the trees
You squeeze sinning dreams above the spirits
Awaken! The end felt good
All comely about the sea
I stretch damp vapors in the mist
Whoa! The devil continues
Evil and invisible within the Zombie,
I excrete dry thoughts beyond the sky
Above the old bone yard
Dig it! The insanity will vanish
penniless intangible
trying to recall
a backward glance
How many times cursed
such a zombie
while the crowd watched

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