Bang!
Struck the town tower bell/
a reverberating sound that shook the four corners of the city/
a reverberating sound that reincarnates every bloody creepy zombie out of their hideouts, tombstones & graves/
That inglorious sound that calls out every inglorious drooling Luceferic bastards out/
each without life and void/
Walking as if compelled by the wind/
mouths without jaws, noses without nostrils, Eye sockets hollow and empty/
from afar n near they came/
tied 2 existence like slaves/
they clustered in myriads of rage/
with phalanges so devouring and odious/
they search tirelessly to quench their unending thirst/
The want of blood and flesh/
In troika's, battalions and squadrons they search/
all in tandem with one another/
ransacking every nook and cranny/
raising dust and leaving no stone unturned/
They feed on carcasses and filthy remains/
clawing their ways through the midnight thorns/
the bush, uphill, mole and city they scavenge/
with treacherous thoughts and flesh embedded claws/
these and more they do diligently/
for midnight is their daylight/
But as if forced to halt/
they retire to their hideouts , tombstones and graves/
For any Luceferic bastard caught after dawn/
dissolves right in front of the early morn/
This culture they pass on/
from one inglorious spawn to generations yet un-spawned/
holding steadfast to the culture/
of Keeping their void pharyngotympanic tube at alert. . . only 4 d 00:00hrz bell to bang/
Olumide Fayomi
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