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A black and white moving

cloud of wings in the sky,

a flock of vultures approach

while blotting out the sun.

Their shrieks are deafening

to the human ears.

Of those who died, all return!

Feel the hoofs, they're coming.

Hear the growls, they're coming.

Fallen prey now hunts their hunter,

vengeance of the animal beast.

See their numbers, they're coming.

Smell their stench, they're coming.

Slaughtered victims now slay their master,

retaliation of the beast.

Nations are trampled

under four legged flesh.

A pounding horde of hollow

bodies in sight.

They rear their skulls

and cry out.

Of all those who were killed,

all return.

Echoes of swine squeals

distorting the silence.

Reclaiming the loss of meat

stolen from their bodies.

Chewing and pissing

on human remains.

Of all those who were slain,

all return.

Moans and barks coming

from the same direction.

The human's pets no longer

sit at their sides.

Primitive instincts,

animalistic dogma.

Of all those in captivity,

now in devious activity.

Species without

a language of words

known only for their deeds.

A call upon death,

death answers quickly.

Of all those who're alive,

not an animal, not a man.

Feel the hoofs, they're coming.

Hear the growls, they're coming.

Fallen prey now hunts their hunter,

vengeance of the animal beast.

See their numbers, they're coming.

Smell their stench, they're coming.

Slaughtered victims now slay their master,

retaliation of the beast.

Massive human emibration,

massive death inhabitation.