the dead lie

let us raid the catacombs!
raise the dead.
they’ve moss on their
minds.
inert shapes.
sleeping years
hidden in their cold forms.
we shall get them
into the sunshine.
welcome them to
a world
that never existed but
maybe in their
wildest dreams.
shake them out of
their shock,
by stating the
plain truth.
it’ll be fun
to see their expression,
when they realise
that we built
this world
for destruction.
in search for the
final solution.
or maybe let
them lie,
blind in their
darkness,
comfortable,
far from our
enlightened
armageddon.