Death Came as a Friend to Them

Eaten by the dead
Rotting teeth gnawing on their heads
Devoured in parts but then awoken
To slothfully drone again

Infested by the undead
Groping fingers inside their bowels
Chewed on and spat out
And then doomed to their killers fate

They would have thanked us
For that bullet in their brains
They would have kneeled
To receive redemption
Eaten by the dead
Rotting teeth gnawing on their heads
Devoured in parts but then awoken
To slothfully drone again

Infested by the undead
Groping fingers inside their bowels
Chewed on and spat out
And then doomed to their killers fate

They would have thanked us
For that bullet in their brains
They would have knelled
To receive redemption

Death came as a friend to them
No more stumbling frothing phlegm
Death came as a friend to them
Delivered through a bullet rain