YC113.10.31 // Eggs and Graves


The floating graves
Up in the sky
Tumbling ’round
Up there so high.

The bodies hid
And tucked away
We sent them off
Just this past day.

But still they come
Come falling down
And out they crawl
Onto the ground.

So run away
And get the guns
And send the corpse
Back to the sun.

But still they’ll fall
Fall from the sky
And come back down
To eat and fly.

They’ll burn your flesh
And hatch from eggs
To bring on more
As walkers beg.

We’ll send again
Them to the stars
But still there’s more
And only scars.


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