The Rising Dead

The ashes of the rising dead

Never seem to sway

From the wind that clears all the trace

Of the cynical and the despondent.

Coz the rising dead isn't a waste

It's the ramification of the rampant taste

No doubt it was more than just a residue

Yet it trashed all its virtues

To show the ignoring and the one who

Showed it the living death

That it never deserved to pursue

It now had no bounds

From the world that ironically

So creepy that sounds

It now had a new recognition of its own

Which the people once sealed

But now none can behead it

Coz it was like a dragon in the tomb

You too remember, you died, fella

None can knock you down to your legs

Until you allow them to

Coz the graveyard's just place

Of your beloved one's graves

The one that broke your heart

Was now buried away

You have no one to live for and no one to die

Coz for you to love someone

It may take a seven night's birth

So get up for yourself

And for the ones not in the grave

Coz NOW you are the captain of your soul

And finally the master of your fate, mate.