3:37 p.m. - Sun enters 26� Aries, Anno IVxvii
Undead
Everynight I dream of your soul in shreds. Debt built up, and it pains and it pays. Disintegrate, force feed the shit, the same, over and over. I've gone lower!

Thrown away, You can't say
Burnt, compelled to slay
Revenge, spread the plague
Soul-insane, turning inside the grave
Every night I dream of tearing your soul to shreds.
I am the Live Undead.